If It Alters You Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

If time be wrinkling all of your skin,
I desire you, that way, I hunger for your touch
Your touch of deliberate, strong folds
I love you, for you and your wrinkled skin.

If fate be drifting you away,
Like the plates of the intercontinental liaisons
Or the abandonment of the leaves in the winter season
I love you, though you are very far away.

If your eyes be sharp and cruel with judgment,
Then you are free to judge, judge my whole.
My whole that seeks nothing more but you, and what you think
For I love you, in the same glass we consume ourselves.

If you are ambivalent, confused in a labyrinth of emotions
In a moment you love me, and then in a gist you don’t,
Then I will soulfully take you as my other half, the whole of other halves
For I love you, though entities confuse your heart.

And if in the twilight you sleep on me,
Then I shall find our tryst, under the equinox
We shall carve our names on willow trees
For I love you, and you have sculpted my fractured self

If you are to leave, cruising in aeroplanes
Aeroplanes that put the sullying in vast baggages
Then I shall open mine, in the fire of my passion for you
For I love you, though you left no trace.

In the lack of color, then you shall eloquently -
Come to me, like the rainbow after a tremendous rain
So as to smite with the splendor of your truest attribute
For I love you, though the gloom you inflict chokes my heart.

And in my soul, if I am not the man I am,
Shall I want to find you, only you, and not another you
Because I want you, for no other reason than I want you.
Then it should be clear, that perhaps, I am crafted for you.