Us Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I love you like
The dew's cascade upon
That scrunched petal soused
In the Sun's flourish -
A mad fury;
A swelter of the seas.
Even in your lamentation
As you wander athwart the incertitude
Of the city
I love you here and there
Until you've grown weary
Of this wayward espionage
And come back to my arms
There I will hold you clenched
Like how I seize you
In a dream - your affinity
Is engraved upon me like an enigma
And I've no care about the zephyr
That whistles the woebegone desolation.
In here, there is no isolation,
Only a connection of sanguine avenues
And fletched constellations.

The populace will doubt us, I, and you
And sometimes you will, too
I do not hold the certainty of the stars -
What I hold is the constant flame
That rushes through my weak pulses;
The trepidation will ebb
And soon I will find you there
Coiled in a corner, weeping
With the scent of a shameful separation;
I will prove you wrong,
And the others, too
This is not an err: a tedious mishap.
This is where I ought to be,
Safe inside you,
As you are sound
Inside of me.