Windsor Guadalupe Jr
A Photograph Of Two Fools Kissing - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
A photograph of two fools,
Entwined like the constellations,
Or just merely sitting beside each other
Is the most outlandish
Ludicrous, the night musters its strength
To bring two bodies closer
And closer until they are transformed
Into one - just like how
A flame continues to swathe the entirety
Of a flophouse - closer and closer
The end is nigh.
Until the flophouse and the flame
Are one - ashes.
A photograph of two fools kissing
Is an inundation that would
Swallow the dearly departed whole.
That will dismember the ties
Of the muses to their
Drunken gentlemen - but not so gentle
In the manner of the thieves.
What would you do?
If you were tethered to a love?
Coiled in bed,
On a park bench,
Latticed fingers like the burning hours
Of the arsonists or modern warfare?
What would you do
If you lose it
And someone took a picture
And shoved it onto your face
Like how a bayonet strikes a puny body
You can never disentangle that moment
That terrible moment
In a photograph
Of two fools
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