The Plunge

Poem By Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Too much
And unfettered.
You are a rose
Without a thorn
A sanguine accolade
From the heavens
And this is how
I love you
In the silent hours
Of the finicky clocks
That hold no
Felicity in between

This is how
I love you
An oceanic blindness
A stellar depiction
That neither
The shadows nor
The sages
Could ever decipher
This I hold,
An unfathomable flame

This is where
I find and lose
Myself like
The stars:
A wuthering plummet,
A tenacious plunge
In a rummaging alacrity
I love you
And the heavens
Are jealous.

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