Enamouring A Blundered Lilac Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I barely left the lilac
Crystalline face,
Amaranthine fervor
Lacquer so dire in need of desire
There is a fire that never dies

I scarcely abandoned,
And declared absence
In the time of a troubled November
Where the shadows squirm and drown
Dabbed with acerbic water - muse over fountains
Reel around trees of sturdy memories

But then completely, wholly
I have left, and wrote on a silver paper
With fluid hands, how the immense night
Turns into a narrow day of Sunny ember
That burns onto my skin – ashen coarse skin
Ruddy face, ferret for me in the morning
And you will acquaint with me in the darkness

In a time of providence, perhaps
I will find you, and you will find me
Mine hands holding a brazen tulip
That would lacerate athwart two lips
Then, an anticipated time of yearning
Will arrive serendipitously – an opportune rally
Would you still take my hands – cold and impoverished?
That I do not know – or perhaps I know
That you will, for naught, take the wind with you
And howl,

Leaving me alone,
With this blatant tulip of red eyes
And screaming aqueducts, and the Sun’s subterfuge
Proclaim the night of refuge underneath pen and paper
And afterwards, lose myself with wine
And cheap dreams – fantasy, taking its toll
Upon my acquiescent soul won over cajoles
So, here, with a tulip
I will make love like never before –
In the context of making love in stories
And not with carnal flesh, to remind me
That among the species that find light,
I am alone - with a blundered lilac