Sleeping In Flames Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Even the mirror
Sleeps in flames
When you’re awake.

Tousle your hair
Asymmetrically purporting
On each of your
Frail shoulders.

I wonder
In a height that howls
What do you see in the mirror?

I watched you,
As you marvel at yourself
Spraying perfume
All over your vicinity.

I saw
A figure
Inside the mirror as
You were standing in front of it.

A snake
Eating her own tail.

Or

A picture of
Winter as you
View it
From the porch.

Or

A classic warfare
Of imprudent
Soldiers.

Sometimes I see
The Sun breaking
Into one of your
Eyes.

But your vision
As the mirror
Copies you
Fraternizes you
Into the mirror’s world

I see moments
Of a woman
Setting a man
On fire

And then laughs
Shrills and heaves a little
And then goes back
To the rifles.

It’s like seeing death,
Frigidity
Remorselessness
Heartlessness
Trapped
Inside
A mirror
That sleeps,
Cradled
By the flames.