Love In The Time Of Choleric Constraint Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

My soul pleads in this inexorable expanse.
You are the dagger I hold to quell my verve -
You are the sinew to asphyxiate
The bent morning in the mildew's cascade.
At night, I kneel before the shadows that delude
Me before an unquiet slumber
Inside the impasse, the inception of my own death;
To not have you here is to metamorphose into
A soliloquized helix; I clench and hear my bones
Rattle as the distance howls its misfortune
I pang in the nights that last eternally,
A perpetually withered flower whittling away
As the glacial wind thrusts the core of my
Embittered flame - in the mornings, I watch
Ten thousand sunsets as I hold your photographs;
I am ephemerally enraptured in the sincerest calm
Of the azure. The tapestry slowly fazes as the
Sunset is thwarted sluggishly while the twilight
Paints me a morose murk. You are not here,
To delight the marvels and the amaranths
But then, to die in this shearing seclusion
As I cleave through the marshes straight to you,
I will forever recount the tales over my lifeless
Body - the allegory of how I have loved you
In the time of this choleric constraint.