Sinning Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

</>I lust over your waters.
I desire you with a fire that sears the embers.
I ache for your twining path,
And that is why you are as saccharine as sin.
I have loved you for long, from out and within.

I am greedy, for I want all of you,
In the time of the thousand stars that wander
Away from your orbits, your planets
That line up like sequins – and that is why I am unable
To tame the beast inside me, the insatiable.

I wear you, like proud jewels –
You are a bejeweled pride,
But a blind prejudice, and so this, from the moon light kiss,
Your arrogance is that of the Sun in searing smolders
Upon my aching, burnt shoulders.

I am a sloth, for I do not move away
From your eyes, I wish to remain here,
For there, the sentries usher visions
As if telling me that your arrival is near,
And that I should sit still and never cower and fear.

I consume too much of you,
Your fecund amenity that I am accustomed too well
That I may have forgotten about what supplements,
For I need you alone, and with that, I am a glutton,
Yes the blood that runs within you, I devour upon infusion

I am as envious as a fox-like thief,
I am pillaged and starved from bones that grieve,
Upon songs of despair and decrees of reprieve,
The moon has left, along with your countenance,
Without you I am nothing, barely living without sustenance.

I am angered, yes, like the belligerent fall
You are as cantankerous as my vitriol,
For I could never have you in years, in eternities
And so the ethereal has spoken about a love in vanity.
I love you too much, that I am denied by the heavens.