A Different Vale Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Here, tonight
I do not know the clocks
And their ineptitude.
The world is an embittered
Terrain, a hapless vale
That jeopardizes
The fires
The oceanic ties
We have forged with
Our hands -
Believe me if you must
Leave me if you shall,
I will sequester your
Vestiges and pilfer
Your visages.

A different name -
A sapid language
Of the stars,
You are and nothing
Compares.
An obscured lacquer
As you are infinite
In your plain, ebony
Dress - your finicky
Smile makes my heart
Ache, but pang no further
Darling, I am here -
I will sing you your
Symphonies and even
Join you in the return
Of your hoarse cries.

We will break the
Mornings and turn
Them into vile nights -
I will make an impression
On your soul:
The kind that
Never absconds
And there, you will witness
The unfolding of
What we ought to be.

In the dark, we will dance
As we fade away into
The night, away from
The putrefaction
Of the tides that
Disrupt the affairs of men
And women
Away from the past
That haunts you
Away from my past
That hurts you
Evenly like a fan
Of knives.

I will drink
The fever of the Sun
And sculpt the harlequin
Of the night
Until your apprehension
That sends you into
A defunct state metamorphose
Into something pristine:
An exacerbating void.
When the darkness,
And corruption
Leave your clenched soul,
I am still waiting.

If I stare into one of
Those eyes like
Florid nebulas,
Will you take me?