Sift Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Sift



I am enamored
To you
In such a groveling depth
That the bones
That rattle in oblivion
Cannot reach.

I am enamored
To you
In a wuthering height
That even the gods
Cannot reach with their
Sinewy hands.

I am enamored
To you
In such a subtle grace
That takes no pauses
Or lucid intervals:
Only a faultless continuity.

I am enamored
To you
In a width that occupies
The whole vale
Until the souls are smothered
And sent into void:
In here, I recognize no one
But you.

I am enamored
To you
Madly
Like I know no distractions,
Flaws and cholera.
In here,
I know only you,
And your beautiful core

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