Stolen Breaths Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

My breaths are pilfered
As your vacuous eyes stare
At me like the abyss
That devours the effulgence of the
Streets during the jovial dawn.

Even the seas grew paler and paler
As you set your hands to flummox
In this exhausting gyration.
You dash athwart with your
Sealing kiss,
And everything that breathes
Is captured.

I am girdled to your imperious bosom
Like a flower cultivated at the
Cynosure of the futile gardens
Brought to life and abundance.
You steal breaths like the gods:
Relentless,
Fatal and insidious.

You steal breaths – all of my breaths
Like how time pillages senescence,
The joie de vivre of all things,
The clangor of the seas,
And the language of the stars.

You have sequestered even
The pettiest of things:
The shadows that rendezvous with me,
The profuse bleeding of my viscera,
The tiny bursting daze my stars hold -
Now transposed into faults.

You are a nimble thief, love.