Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

We were gyratory
Athwart the dome.
You were pristine in your polka-dotted
Ebony dress,
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It was a sunny winter
How ironically crafted,
And debonairly destructed.
The penumbra of your visage
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The distorted, flamboyant yet
Ridiculous screen buoyed
Over the interested faces
Of the patrons – chagrined mothers,
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Languid, we laid
On your mom and dad’s obscurely
Immense suede couch that can be
Folded into a miniature world of
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I was sauntering past your classroom
To and fro, wanting attention
But you were tethered elsewhere
And things started to be transformed peculiarly.
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</>To all the broken people,
Who wake up as the clocks impaled among walls croon,
There is more to life, yet too much to soon,
It sails away, into the immense, chartered moon
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</>Your treachery is insidious.
From catching your scent,
The sunshine of your hair,
As I twined my path with yours,
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</>At times,
When the Sun is frail with tangerine poise,
There is such loneliness that it almost
Makes so much sense,
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</>I am ailing.
Second line, you are not here.
You have gone into a land
Where I can never take you by the hand,
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</>In a flock of pearls, she was lost,
In a huddle of whites, she as found
Flying across the winter frost
Her wings made no sound
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