Relent Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Here, I see you
And can even run my fingers
Through the resiliency
Of your hair
I can evenly sculpt you
With my symmetries
The curves of your face
And the luster of your eyes
I recount them like I know
A wayward tale towards
The enigma.
I can feel your calloused hands
And sometimes I fumble
As I tinker with your
Sagacity and sensibilities
And when the end
Of this union is told
As the night swiftly
Sprawls, I remain undaunted.
I cannot be enamored to
You in deliberation.
I crave your hair,
Your eyes, your sculpting
Even if I am haunted
By the affiliation of time -
In here, I entail you
To the chaining of my breath
In such a pace that disturbs
The sliding of the stars,
That insults the conspiracy
Of the heavens.
The upcoming will never
Be sent to omission
Albeit the wisest of words
Tell you to keep things at par
With the mundane;
And so I take fewer steps
Away from you,
But still my soul longs
For your own.
I have a confession:
I am a madman
And I love you in mad ways
Not only as a man
But also as a soul
That completes
Your fragments -
I relent to the call
Of your siren soul
As I tend to my heart's
Own conspiring stipulation.