Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Visceral Slowdance - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You were anonymous at first.
There was a sharp violence that rests
In your eyes.
I think I caught one of your stares
And I interpreted it as nothing but
Serendipity – A cold coincidence.

But then you were talking,
And I found myself listening
To one of your sighs,
To a mad rush of your laugh -
Your sweet laugh as the heavens
Swirled around the fringes of the clouds.

Rain started to pour,
And the moon drank the vacant night.
The stars signed resignation,
And it was time to leave.
You were still in your blue, overflowing dress
And I was still in my old, encumbered self
Until you waved goodbye,
And I found myself lost in a labyrinth
Of confusion.

Who is this seraph,
And why did she wave goodbye?
I do not know the seraph,
And the seraph does not know me
Nor my troubles -
But then,
Under the church beams,
The clangor of the synagogue bells,
And the cold breath of the night,
I found myself one with the light
That slowly fades
Into morning.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011



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