Think Of Me Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Think of me,
As I think of you always
Even in the erudition of my tongue,
I know it has ushered from you.
When I am siphoned by languor
And the spears of the oblivious Sun
Set feverish coronas to stifle
In unconscious states,
Think of me,
As I think of you.
Only, be earnest -
When I think of you,
Do not gather my vestige.
Only look at them from far away,
And then go forth, astray
Towards the portico of the firmaments
And from then on,
I will think of you
And I will only daze myself
In the inebriation of you,
Thinking about me in the morosely scented
Tulips of dusk and winter.
Now go, think of me if you must,
Think of me if you shall -
And I will forever tether myself to you
In a clockwork fashion
Until my senescence halts me,
Until my senses are deadened and persnickety
And from then,
Write my epitaph for me:
This to the last petal
Of the undulant tulip,
Rest asylum in arms like forked daggers
And this, the final breath of the only thorn
That signaled gramercy in between the stem
And the saccharine lips of the tulip,
I shall live forever
As they wither and whittle away.