Ephemeral, Perennial Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

</>Your treachery is insidious.
From catching your scent,
The sunshine of your hair,
As I twined my path with yours,
Under the spinning hazy twilight,
Over the tapestries of the heavens,
Where seraphs of mischief prattle
Over the porcelain of your skin,
The sequins that line up as the salt of your
Well-endowed body swathes me with
A bizarre feeling of:
Time slowing,
Heavy breathing,
Blood rushing,
Sweat gushing,
Eyes twinkling,
Spine shivering
My soul sifting away from my body,
You are ethereal,
And I have loved you from the very first
Breath of your eyes that beam their aurora
Towards me, you are as emollient as the Sun,
Yet you are vulterine as the Night,
From knowing to not knowing,
From loving to loathing,
From breathing to losing breath – gasping, drowning
In your festive ocean of depth, breadth and height
From the sea floor of your gossamer lips,
To the resiliency of your hair, the electricity of your finger tips,
I am lost, you are a riddle,
I am adequately inadequate,
You are quaint, I am as faint
As a withering solace.
I hold you, like a delicate flower
That pries as the autumn blooms
You are sacred as my beliefs, my religion
Your eyes are closed tonight,
The shunning is right,
The icy relishing of your breath
Extinguishes the flame in me,
From invitations to salutations,
From salutations to drifting away,
From drifting away to saying good bye,
I am left with your visage.
I have my perennial longing,
To encumber your ephemeral passing.