Homebound Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Look at the serpentine prowess
As it encroaches half of your hills
And your honeysuckle portico.

And you go from painting the twilight
With an ocher palette - the insignia of your opus
Lurches through the patient hills.

I can hear the laughter of the mountains
And the trepidation of the torrential sea
As the sparrows divide the boundless sky.

I am coming home to you
As you wait for me alone in your room
Where I clamber over your window like a subtle nocturne

You finish your lacquer and paint the symmetries
The borders and your crystal shards;
Your weight is cushioned to the streets clad with petrichor.

Love, in here you are far away
Your visages are belittled in the distant howl
A far-cry of my soul fluttering in the Mediterranean.

You live in the enigmas and the ornate forests.
I will look for your signal fires; I will brave
The beguiling forests as the terse wind bawls agog.

And when I find you there, love
Seated at the cynosure of the enigma
I will solder you to my soul - we're going home.