In Here, I Witness The Fraternization Of Things Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

In Here, I Witness The Fraternization Of Things



Here I see a clarion fraternization
Of sunsets and fathoms:

I see the roots that moor
You to the trellis,
The trellis that spoke of you
In the blank hours undulant
Like sea -
The sea brought you to me
As your sand's efflorescence
Tangles with mine eyes
These eyes that saw you
Burning like a river full of cherry-red blood
The blood that brings life
A supple verve that we bend
Like the mornings:
In mornings where I hold
Amorous entreaties
I want to see you when
I wake up to the dash of prolix Sun
There you will be, juxtaposed
To my skin that sheds off
Like wings of tired seraphs;
The seraphs that told the allegories,
The allegories passed on through
Tongues of love and fire -
The fire that I held close to my heart
Like a hearth filled with immense waters.
The waters, the blue deluge
Lulled into the quiet tryst where I capture
Your photographs,
These little photographs
That hold sanctimonious secrets,
The fatality of the sleeping gods
In rooms filled with the scent of the firmaments,
The firmaments that declared you,
Sculpted your eyes, your hair,
The contour of your nose,
The dagger of your fingers, your gossamer lips
Of symmetrical flowers in a banquet
Of lost souls:
I am a lost soul,
You are yet to be found.

This is the fraternization of things,
Of lilies and gardens raw with love -
The love that lurks with feet dangling
In a stained superfluity:
The superfluity of my waters that
Souse you in a love that ravishes
Through fire and ice,
The ice - yes, the cold icicle
I would perhaps feel in as the clocks
Dictate everything that I have in this borrowed time;
Time, the hands of the clocks
Conspire with the bequeathing.
The bequeathing, you have been given
Plush as a room vacant with smiles
And fulminating chagrined faces:
The faces - the faces that wander in anonymity;
You are drowning in this iron sea
Until I hurled my lasso - the lattice that I will
Meld with you - inescapable tether,
An irreparable flame that surges in a trance:
The trance that I feel as you bestow
The streets with a mad jealousy told
Over the flickers of the dank streetlamps.
The streetlamps of yellow flourish,
Your stories told over wine and enamoring
Like a blundered rose withering over a dithery height
The height I clamber like the love
That pierces like swords sleeping in a baleful sordidness
The sordidness of these liaisons
Where nothing will be found for nothing has been made
Until I am proven wrong: an inexorable depiction.

And so here I have witnessed
These fraternizations as I walk mazily
Over the labyrinths - I stumble
Upon your door, with my wholeness bare and naked:
Take all of me

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