The Wind Has Reminded Me Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I remember,
Sitting beside a glum boat,
With its pointed tip brazen like a bayonet
And the desolation resembled
A javelin inside my chest,
Where the stars flicker and shiver within the rest
Of the waves – the waves are ebony-hued
And you can see the wind as it passes by the shore,
Like a thief cloaked with the anger of the moon,
There is a thief, and it has plundered the sea.

I remember so well,
Watching the waves crash by the restive rocks,
And the seagulls were asleep, one was dying within the flock,
The night was suede and hollow- a chasm filled to the brim
With chagrin, there was nothing left to do
But sit on the glass sands and watch the waves
Steal the impression I made upon the reticent Sea

I remember yet vividly,
How I dreamt awake, where I feigned
To be sitting beside a woman glazed by the Moon
That she tasted saccharinely as I bit her lips,
And she quivered and smiled and it was perfect,
As if I had no defects, as if the Sun was mute
When the dawn was almost done with finishing touches,
The waves made successions of ticklish sounds,
And the sand cloyed my feet, her feet –
Our feet that walked along roads,
And narrow staircases until we have twined
Our way with the direction of the stars
But then, as I was talking,
As I was staring at her shamelessly, like a sailor
Would squint his eyes to view the juvenile Sun,
She disappeared – the juxtaposition was a hoax,
And that when I bit her lip, it was the wind’s crisp teeth
Reminding me to cease my wishful thinking,
And to let go of her,
Just like the motherly sea, letting go of each wave
That crashes by the shore.