Inadequacy Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

What if I told you
By the church patio that
You have transcended
Among the stars?

Even the stars are jealous of you.
The silver screens
Are relentless like dead mockingjays.
The scintillation of your eyes
Are exasperating.

You take breaths like
Frays upon hostile lands.
You encumber dreams
Like the insecure gods.

What if I told you
That there is a city
That rests idly
Upon your skin?
Your lithe skin.
I have watched you smile,
I listened to your small conversations
That build immense cities
Upon my fanaticism -
I have taken them wholly
Like a forgotten part of me
Only remembered
In this moment.

What if I told you
That I wanted to be
A part of your rendezvous?
Enigmatic or not,
Poetic or pathetic
As long as it stirs
Or impedes the pace of the stars,
The plants girdled to the
Bosom of the helpless galaxy,
I wish to be.

But then,
I am a stark vessel
Upon your orbits.