Speak, Later Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Speak, Later
I thought, I bid farewell
An errand demands whole of me,
And the whole of me
Demands this, instead.
What contradictory musings,
What insatiable desires.
Though, I will pull
A cream of your summery skin
And lather
I will pull
A porcelain out of your tongue
And converse later,
Speak, later,
Whatever,
Wherever.
In the inception of
A really cold December,
Here I am,
Thinking of,
Speaking later.
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