Against The Celestials Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The city crawls
Through a lambasting
Beneath your feet,
The dandified fleet of
The macabre petals
Of abandonment
Cringe at the very sight
Of our frames.

Flummoxed as we
Set sentries to petrify
In this city:
You and I
Are one
In this clear union
Like a whole flotilla
Of diamond-luster.
They closed their doors
Even the shadows
Cannot intrude
Their dream-coil;

The city
Sleeps in the marred
Flames - a synchronized
Metamorphosis symmetrical
To the acrimony
Of the death told in the
Arms of the clocks.
As long as I hold your hand
This way, your calloused
Tapestry will forever singe
Here as I dance with
The jealous seraphs.

The stars are sequestered
As the azure is drenched
With the aqueducts of the
Celestial lamentations -
We traipse this field
Inebriated with the
Promise of the contagious
Augury that sedates
Us into disbelief:
Forever be a myth
Under the moon-kissed floor.
Forever is a tale
We have acquainted upon
Closed doors.

This triviality is satiated
With surfeit clamor:
The clandestine rendezvous
In this is that as the flames
Squirm upon the trellis
We've steady souls
Clenched like clouds
In the fever of the Sun's
Far-flung sigh.
Hold me here,
Hold me now
We will find a way
To preserve ourselves
Somehow as this
Timid saturnine treaty
Casts us into stones.

I have watched you
Shed your skin and bones,
And you have heard
The rampant fragmentation
Of my dreams
Wrapped in an epistolary
Winter dream.
The seas are jaded
At the seams of the shores
And here I count the
Days until the immutable
Steps engraved on the
Coarse sand conspire
To ignite like shadows
In a fandango with flares.

This with a flame
The insignia of veracity
Like how I hold equanimity
Over the quintessence
Of this halcyon musing -
Look, you are the perfect marvel
Of how the amaranths
Should be as they
Kneel before nights
And colossal hills.

The universe can
Connive with the aeons,
Even the languid arms
Of the clocks can cool
The tepid wrath of
This catastrophic expanse
But they can never
Shake the taverns
The thresholds of this
Callow affair that
Slithers with candor
And not a dreary
Attrition.

You are the signal fire,
The enigma with petals
And thorns - I hold you
Like how I hold my hand
In the hours that spell
Demise -
But now I have no fear,
As the impending doom
Ravages with incendiarism,
The resplendence that
You hold - effulgent amour.
You are the efflorescent
Cascade of the rain
And I have loved you
For long, like I know
No pain at all.