Dome Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A dome
With brazen crevices;
A contender in this tussle
Victimized shadows
Snared by flares.

I throw myself
Towards the corners
Like a flagrant scourging
As I envelope your pillars
With silent coils.

I am bombarded
By a saccharine slosh
Of your possession -
Ethereal slur
Of roused aqueducts
And vessels

A lock
Secures, seals
This melee.
An intimate selection
Of flames;
Blood surges
Sears like a feverish
Hurl of daggers.

Help.
I am helpless,
Powerless.