1900 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I remember waking up
Next to a bespectacled woman;
She was writing on my skin -
Love on my arms.
And she spoke of the 1900’s
Like narrating a warfare
As she undulates like a stream
As the world knelt upon her feet
With lacquer.

As you speak of the 1900’s
(With your ill thought that
I might still be slumbering)
I slowly opened my eyes
And there, a surge
Of blood to my system
You finished writing on my arm
But still went on recounting your
Tailored tales and I lay there
Half-awake
Half-alive
Thinking

Where have you been
When I was so dried up
To the bone, starved
Into oblivion?