Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

Your light is the impalpable moon-ash;
The inception of dawn lies solely
Inside your eyes where the Sun is conceived
In an unfathomable rupture of the horizon.
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Pensively, come to where the garden is
With your feet sprinting through the brambly sophistication.
Pry - you never did, and you never will - for
The peculiarity of the flowers rouse the tides of your scruple;
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And how I love thee
Underneath the ermine Sun,
Outstretched are his arms to the far-fetched garden
And how I love thee
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You are everywhere I amble
Here, you are embellished like the covert singe
Of the stars of the north as I view you
Vis-à-vis with the thin-mooned night
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This is the rancid poison of the disappearance
As I dream hazy dreams and stellar hallucinations
Across the antechamber of your poignant Sun.
This venom that crawls like a child upon
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If I look athwart my winter-glazed window
Upon the bleared moon behind the crystal veil
Of fleeting dreams and I never see you there
As the fringed luminescence accurately
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Cry your tepid slivers, love
From your transatlantic oceans
Those two hazel eyes with amethyst melancholy.
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Mirrors are akin to candor
Like the blood upon your thicket
Or the oeuvre incised on your heart
Or the conflagration in a hearth;
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This is the wind upon
Smiling seas
The shattering of my glass
In a glass house
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Sometimes I extricate
Myself from the blankets,
The shards, the vines
And I exhaust myself
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