Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

</>I am sullied,
As I writhe under navy green sheets,
I never rise cleansed,
I always rise with a plague,
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</>I am angered,
And flushed with rue
Sometimes I pondered,
I wished to have not known you.
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There’s a place where I thrive,

Where the thresholds are alive,
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I have a warm liaison

With the spur of the night;
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The clock speaks

The unutterable morning,
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And the rain sounded like hail,
From the rooftops - a galvanized frailty
To whom does the rain toll?
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And love is like a radiance,
That escalates on a pile of laundry,
Or sifts the soul from the body,
I know this, but not in profundity
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I am only your faint breath,
Your cascading stance.
I am the last fringe in your mauve dress,
And I could care less.
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I despise you
With a passion that
I crave for more.
That looms inside of me,
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The petulant, prying flowers
Of flagrant disregard
Like wreathes sorted in the disdain
Of the wayward Sun.
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