Blunders: #4 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The terrorizing truth
In this err is that
We let ourselves die

In the system of union;
How hearts conspire
To ignite, what beauty!

And there, the confessions
Wrapped in a glinting piece
A silhouette stark and wan

”I’ll take you! ” I said
Over the coffee table
And she smiles

And I reminded myself
Of how destructive
A thing could be

She’s the kerosene
To my fire, the deluge
Of my great waters

And we have been,
Over and over again,
Victimized by ourselves.