Forget Me Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Ripples of tangerine skies
Were loosely wuthering in height
And slowly diminishing in inertia,
In depth, in breadth of kisses
Engraved upon pliant skin.
Forget me, I command you,
Like an unmanned train
Rummaging for answers
And evading derailment.
You are an elusive streak
Of fragmented ecstasy
That hurts from strands of hair,
To fringes of mauve clothing,
To resolute skin of drought – a vile dearth,
To rattling bones and sundered soul.
Forget me,
Like you send me into oblivion
In the morning, and only remember
Scant hints about me, and how I have lived
To tell all the people how I have loved you now,
And loved you for long.
Forget me, I beg you,
For in these troubled times of wanting to fade,
I am halted by emissaries of the morning gale,
I am exuberant in the very course of the engulfing
Beasts of the night -
Forget me.
I will not do the same,
For there is a deep fraternization between loving you,
And wanting to stay here in the abysmal caves
Of your labyrinthine chasms.
Did you hear me clearly?
Loud, boisterous like the ebullient children of dawn?
Forget me,
You have no use for me,
And I will croon like the rusting machineries
In defunct factories – I will wail
Until I am muted, until I am completely
Forgotten. I know you are adequately
Connected to oblivion.
And so forget me.
If one day you remember me,
Shrug it off with vehement force,
Like how the canines howl
To seduce the lustful carnal sirens.
Forget me.
Forget me,
As I wander mazily
Over your thick world.