Salt Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The night’s somnolent howl
Merges with her skin -
A spliced dream.
A fraternization of cumbersome woes
And an elegiac splendour.
You sleep with your posture;
An obscure slumbering panache
Mouth ajar with the tender wind,
Hands agog in a twining nigh,
Hair like grass making love with the dew.

And your crevices, your detours
Your avenues.. A saccharine slosh,
A tepid rain, succinct marvels
I sequestered all of them,
Sealed shut into my own possession.
Savoring the savvy of the seas,
A salty éclair, sculpted by time
Transposed from the nebulous sprain
Of the continuum; An extensive fray
Of genuine being.
Painted by a palette of colors,
Your integument is tainted blue
As it carries the piquant taste of the sea:
Salt all over, like the sea -
One in dissipation.