Run Off Into Sunsets Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Do not look back
At the darkness that knows
No reprieve;
It does not spare
The life coiling the infinitely
Glinting things and porcelain -
The dawn retrieves the
Sequestered vista
And here, we go on meandering
And traipsing over the vale -
In this silent tapestry
We burn the midnight qualm
Like the presence of the
Moon half-guzzled by fright
And the blitz of desertion;
Do not look back, love
At the reminiscences:
It is too late to vie for
And pray - to counsel
And fray for the crookedness
Of the delightful apertures.
Solder your soul to
My clenched affinity -
When the corruption
And the sordidness
Of a persnickety emancipation
Stare at us with vile remorse
In here love, I hold a rose
With emaciated thorns
And petals that contain the scorn
Of your soul -
The stars are scintillating
As the blossoms bow down
And salute the slowly effacing
Twilight transmuted into a halcyon-tangerine
Sunset; Love, hold my hand
And fear not - the heavens
Are frozen in a picturesque tableau
As the sunset is slowly opening
All the avenues of bliss;
Let us run off into
The sunset and vanish
They do not need to know
Where we slumber;
Reminiscent of the Sun
We will flourish and smoulder;
Sift through the razing warmth
Of the Sun and its constituents:
The nebula, the stars, the slithering
Planets - all the celestial bodies
And the flamboyant ethereal planes;
Let us run off into sunsets, love
And get lost in a pristine twining.