Madness Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I love you like
The waves that lust for
The shores
That when the apertures
Burst in rain,
I will grow madder
Than a fire that engulfs
The entirety of the sea.

I love you like the hands
Of the clocks that slowly
Devour the days -
That if I love you
With a fire that sets
The skies to stone,
Then let my love drink
The Sun away,
And dine the Moon astray.

I love you like
A mad man that says
I am enamored to you
Over your flaws,
Your fountains of sorrow,
Your chasms of undefined worth
And the world that you
Madly pirouette in.
That if I am to halt this
Pace that you hold
Amid the sweet melancholy
Of two lips hissing auguries
Of the Sun, the galaxies
And the nebulous desolation
In between the distance of the stars,
Then I will be marred forever
With the love that I brought
Upon you like a fray.

I love you not in
Stance, not in physique
But then give these
Eyes the mirth of marveling
At your gossamer, pale lips,
Your hands of wintry eclair,
Your pillars of unsullied nobility,
All of this
Your oceans of mysticism
And your labyrinth of despair.

If then so,
My soul has identified a soul in you too.
You have made impressions
Upon my lissom integument.

I love you in my sleep even,
That there is an abundance of
A lucid solace in every dream
That I have with you, gyratory
And alive, in it.
Such dreams would make me
Want to implode like planets
Only to make way for a plethora
Of worlds that have my love in it.

I love you with a depth
That buries all that there is
Underneath the infinite sky.
I love you with a breadth
That is unfathomable within eyes
And wit that even the Gods
Might grow envious of this amaranthine
Passion I hold like a crystal flame.
I love you with a poison
That sets in
With these baleful fangs of
Madness.