In My Soul, Inscribed Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Here in my soul inscribed:
Your laugh - the language of the stars.
Your heavy feet dandified - impressions amaranthine.
Your wails, woes at night - a siren's call of clarion bent.
Your travails, rendezvous - the path I long to enter
Like eyes searing through windows.
Your touch - the automatic signal flare
Your breaths - a stifle of skived roses
Your loneliness - until your feet walked and mine too
And collided to each and every one until slivers
Are forged into something adamantine.

These are the fires that feed on my soul.