Tonight, I Will Let You Die Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The sky – tangerine, esteemed
Very much like eyes of mauve:
Consent me. Tonight, I must let you die
I must cease this folly of persnickety grief –
I vie to exist in the flourishing phases
Of your flamboyance, of your ilk
In the steady paces of the clocks,
I yield the distance of two, asymmetrical arms
That dictate the things that I have lost,
And not irrevocable, precious time that I let
Slip away – leaving me famished.
Tonight, I vow to let you die.
Let you fade in every morning breath,
Let you flutter away in the distance of the icy stars
And dance with the plenitude of their colors.
I will let you subside like the cataclysm –
You are a deluge, I am a remote city
And my denizens: love, hope, and anguish amongst
The constellations – even the tiniest of all wayward adhesion
To your features, to your soul that tethers me to the world
I have come to know as a fanciful, kind place –
I must let you know that your death blossoms
Into a wonderfully sepulchral tulip of restoration
So in order to survive, endure your searing presence,
I must let you fade –
Time, be good to me for I have not much strength
And vigor to show enthusiasm. She has pilfered all of me,
And so I must pilfer all of her – fair trades, but not so much
A truce – only death, timing, and life in between pillars.
I must not pilfer all of her, like the way she has pillaged mine
Innocence, my own vestigial mirth and other things
That constitute me – and so, I will not do you any harm,
My very fair damsel. I will only let you die, apart from your knowing,
So I’d live once more within my own being.