Like The Tides, I Am Boundless Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Your eyes glisten with askance -
You - who arrived in the most unforeseen
Time of cholera - you are the whittled flower
That is enkindled afire - your repose is ephemeral
And now you are a beacon in the abyss;

You hold derision towards promises:
Fear not darling, take this be a gentle touch
To your cynosure and not a baleful rusting dagger
Askew - this be a declaration: I am enamoured to you
Amaranthinely and these eyes seek your vestal visage.

Sever my arms, and still you will keep me in fetters,
Sunder my soul in a height and I will not dither,
Arrest all that is left in this clenched heart upon
My fringed sleeved, darling - and you will
Only have to keep me still in your absolution:
A frozen, barren soul meandering in your tryst.
These eyes hold an unsoiled mirth and if it need
Be that you extinguish these vessels - I will fret
In the dark until I get a hold of you. I will stroke
You intimately as I make out the contour of your nose,
The intricacy of your dress, the agility of your feet,
The dexterity of your hands and the eagerness of your heart.
You may silence my roar in the tempest of the night -
Much has been said in the night so bold with love.
I will make the reticent night tremble in such
A thunderous muted cry like a river of blood to embellish
The love I have for you like the union of rivers and oceans.
Now, if my soul is to be sequestered to your trouncing places,
Then let the fire of my heart pounce upon you in the motion
Of the tides: boundless and inexhaustible.

You may take all of me, but I will never be exhausted.
Like the tides - I resemble all the infinite things.