Two Moons In The Infinite Sky Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I feel you waxing in the night
Like the immense moon of golden tinge;
Silken lining fringe by fringe,
I can feel you hissing a misspelling in the macabre.
I can feel you walking,
Trampling a trifle sapid breath
And a plethora of gossamer embrace;
The impeccability of impressions is
Timeless upon my soul.
The lugubrious wind stifles athwart
And the shadows scour upon scourged laments.
I know you, like the flower that moors
Itself to the garden of mine heart
In the time of restraint and evanescent flame.
This a florid augury: you are the Moon I look at
In this night - I can feel your resplendent beam
Slither upon the slope of my nose, the bow of my arms
And the superfluity of my night wails.
From the transcendence of each breath from puckered lips
Is the tale engraved upon each blithe skin;
The swift Summer that rampantly abandons the trees
In such a fiery petrification is the saturnine carousal
Of the languor of winter as it dissipates over the bleak tapestry.

Share me the same perdition
And that slow attrition in love, respite and hope
Underneath the infinite sky where we share
The same immense moon like your eyes
And drink the harlequin-wine of the dismal abyss;
You are the moon underneath the sky
As I wander in solitude,
Or with a hand twined with mine.