Yellow Lights Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The swings are still
In the darkness
And the hinges whisper.
The cadence is that of
The midnight romances
Of the stars that breathe
In their bedlam
Colored with the chaos
Of distances that I yield.

The words jaded
Inside my simian jaw,
My dangling tongue
And tremulous hands
Burst in such splendid colors
That smear the night
With the palette of embers.

The streetlamps talk
About how the roads appear
So austere during the day.
Twilight sequesters all of
The Sunlight’s feverish trance.
I watched as
Your stars opened
Little bliss avenues inside of me -
A thoroughfare of enigmas
And broken souls.

The swings are occupied,
The streets are huddled in a cavalcade,
The streetlamps blink and flourish
Underneath the same
Infinite sky
Festooned with yellow lights.