In The Time Of Anatomies And Physiologies Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I have come with a thousand qualms,
But a million more elucidations

I am ushered in front of you,
Complete and full of vitality,
My pulses are tremulous,
And my tender skin is compressed
With oppression and cold caresses

Sever my hands, and feed them to lions,
And I will touch you with my sight,
I will fiddle with your hair, I will tousle them even
Across the asymmetrical heavens that lunge
At my pains at night
Dismember my feet, and sift the flesh from bones,
As fractured as the moon, or so limping and incapacitated,
I will vie to move, may it take years to get to you,
With my shoulders of frailty alone
Puncture my eyes; I will still feel you,
As if to see you in the jet black abyss
For I have memorized and committed to memory
And not to oblivion, the sculpts of your face,
The curves of your chin, the bony prominences
Of your hands, and the blisters of your feet,
The winter of your smile, and the Summer of your hair,
I know them too well, for you are perfectly fair –
To the extent that one will never forget your visage
Even if the sight of you has lasted for a mere second
In this immense verve controlled by time
Cut my lips with phrases – even daggers of sepulchral luster
Take with you, my tongue, and even my teeth
To fully vanquish my ability to talk of flattery
Now I will still be able to tell you,
In the limerent hours of the night, and the
Grimacing forks of the Sun, I will tell you
How I love you and how I am enamored to you
Even in the time of stifling silence for the absence of speech,
The absence of words can never measure
The depth and wuthering height of my desire towards you

I could go on forever with anatomies,
And physiologies, but here,
For the final time of a caustic retreat –
As scathing as it would appear for me,
Even if you refuse me a million times,
Here: Take my soul, take my life,
For I could function well, even without you
For the only abstract that fuels me is my
Love for you, darling child, for you are a diamond
In a gathering lackluster stars, eyes and gems
Take my soul to the ethereal and sunder it,
Take my life to a funeral and thwart it,
I could care less,
I will never care,
For in the long, immense hours of your absence,
I was here all along,
Dying to live, and living to die
Proving amorously that these physiologies
And anatomies cannot match
The sole purpose of all that I am,
And that is to love you perhaps,
To die for you, I do not know,
And to live for you, painful or not,
I will keep going,
Like the fine lines of your detailed soul.