I Love You To The Extent Of Suns And Moons Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I love you,
To the eyes with brazen windowpanes
Until the windowpanes open blatantly,
So that the pupils constrict demurely,
Upon impact, upon contact,
To know that there is blood – baleful blood
Rushing through veins like wildfire among
The misshaped, the lightning across the azure
And from the constriction,
I love you, to the extent of looking at you,
To pining away and gazing at you again,
For that second glance meant a lifetime
In another moment suspended in a picturesque
Constellated noon sky, though there are no stars
And constellations in the auburn glum
And tangerine sanguinity-
I love you to the extent of the burning night,
Where the moon conceals itself
Behind a thick layer of clouds shaped like
Canines, felines, and other-worldly things
That tell you that the world is fancy,
And that your essence is dandy,
That my heart leaps in swarthy somersaults
Under the pearly whites – and so, this,
I love you in the time of whites
And in the time of ebonies
Again, I love you, to the extent of not knowing,
To knowing you, from engaging to disengaging
From coalescing to emancipating – From angels
To demons, from vestal saints to wretched beasts
From spinning Mediterranean Suns to transatlantic Moons
I love you to that extent – from words to deeds,
I love you, from saying to remaining hushed
From moving and being stationary
I love you, for you taught me,
The art of being, and undoing.