Read To Me She Said Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Jackknifed back
To the couch
Where you lay.
You shake the walls
With your riotous breaths
I confessed my love
Like sin and disdain
The Sun is pale
Soon, it might rain.

You said, hold me
I clenched my fists
Upon yours and you knew
That a love
Could smother greatly.
You said, read to me
I unraveled my soul
Bare all across the room
And you knew that
A love could unsheathe, gently.
You asked, what is real?

As I read to you
The cantos, the prose
And the metanoia
The tides that cut
Through affairs,
You sat there
Immense eyes aglow
With astonishment
And here I am
Awestruck with befuddlement:
How marvelous is this
That I am as naked
As the verses?