Lovely Bones Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Have a good one, lovely
For we do not know when this would end.
Mirth is volatile -
A pernicious ecstasy
So savor it with a savvy while you can
While you are supple from the roots
And succulent from the fruit.
Lovely, the heavens are churlish.
What are we going to do, underneath the brusqueness?
I will watch you, lovely
Darling,
With the right amount of awkward
Because as we were sauntering past
The reveries of the randy people,
You called me Darling,
And I smiled,
And I called you Darling,
And you chuckled.
Have a good one, lovely.
For there are wolves that hide bones.
Lovely, rattling bones
And bury them deep within the Earth
And from there, another one shall look
And meander across the convoluted roads
In search for that ensconced bone.
Have a good one, lovely
We are finite
Yet we pretend to be alive in this feigned infinitude.
Keep your lovely bones, lovely child.
There are wolves out there.
I am not a wolf – I am a decadent man.
Would you let yourself be taken by a wolf?
Answer me.
Would you, lovely thing?