Little Madison Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

And little Madison went,
With a garland of tulips
Gyratory upon her head,
And she looked fairly swell
When she said, with her hand offered
To my sweaty left dexterous hand of
Nimble idiosyncrasy
“I don’t usually do this-
And I don’t have much courage,
But please, take my hand
And sway with me.”
And to sway meant
To enjoy her physics,
Her anatomy and physiology
And the way her hair tousles
Into different directions
As the jazz music billowed across
The randy banquet –
I grabbed her hand
And it felt very feverish
Like a man whose body
Erupts into New Year’s Eve
Only to find that pyrotechnics do not last
That long upon the picturesque, immaculate sky.
And she said, “I am Madison”
And she was a petite woman,
And I was a tall yet cumbersome man of nineteen years,
And she was of the same age,
I was only ahead of months
But we were standing on the same plinth
That made her stand taller than me,
And I felt as if, her overflowing grace
Will swoon me over faster than
Things suspended in the white rays
Of the phosphorescent Sun.
I introduced myself in a shabby way
And in an even shabbier moniker
Which made her careen nearer
Just to hear what my name was,
And only few people do that.
To lean over, just to catch your name
To embolden your scent, savvy your frugal attempts
To provide vim and never sulk in stupor
That could be enough, I told myself,
And I told her, “Little Madison.”
As we pranced along the immensely lit
Dance floor and everything that I have lost
In the years of demise – I have redeemed it
Though in a fabled time of petite splendor
And desultory dreams –
And as the music died,
The people resigned to their seats,
And Madison smiled a disarming one
And it was over – she stormed away
And I was left all alone
With the rancor of the stale cigarette
Hanging upon my slightly parted lips
As she left, taking everything away –
Little Madison, you tiptoed your way
Towards the rapture,
And I limped my own way,
With the scent of your delicious tulip breath
And your pirouetting ballet –
I will never forget how you fragmented the horizon
After you said, “I’m Madison.”