Windsor Guadalupe Jr.
Biography of Windsor Guadalupe Jr.
Windsor Guadalupe Jr. Poems
November, days, feverish and quivering like a child left in the cold.
i like what looking at you does to me - in your eyes are mundane insignias: two twilights, hands like two pale lovers, and my head on your bosom in this thinking
smeared by the intimation of trouble: your first grip on my wrist holding the palpable weight of the world;
days, feverish and quivering
like a child
left in the cold.
it is in the waking of your eyes
that the forests are shaken with life
as the sun dangles from
the lips of the horizon,
kissing with torrid flame