Book Of Firsts: First Anger Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

It was the time of childlike summers
When I was first acquainted with the carnal
Invitation of jealousy.
We were slowly prancing like mad rascals
On a garden of blithe lamentation.
And I maneuvered my head,
To see where she was going

She was condescending in manner -
Her idiosyncrasy resembles that of
Finicky queens -
I apologize, I am but a peasant in this
Game of chess.
Stalemate – first anger
But tell me,
How can I stay mad
At you, truant seraph?
You are my tranquil grounds
Away from hostility.
Where am I to go?
Whenever I wander mazily around the Earth
Carrying this anger,
I find it lopsidedly haphazard
That I transform this seething
Into enamoring.