You are mine <br />In the lull, inhabited town <br />The seas swelter <br />As the Sun bursts <br />In a flourish of tangerine. <br /> <br />Divinities, bless the daylight <br />And its saccharine stench <br />Left on her skin, <br />A garden of sugar. <br />How your body works <br />Is a riddle. <br /> <br />The roads are rigid <br />As the shadows break <br />In a peal of tears <br />The night swallows them whole - <br />My breath halts - <br />A mesmeric sojourn into your <br />Labyrinths <br />In this lull, inhabited town. <br /> <br />The alleys, the marketplace <br />Are blank underneath <br />The stark asylum <br />That is the caliginosity. <br />We remain here: <br /> <br />You, <br />I, in this infinite amalgamation <br />The mornings will be jealous <br />Of us, <br />The seas will envy <br />The salt of your skin <br />And the languid clocks <br />Will stop <br />As you meddle with time: <br />Frozen, unkempt. <br /> <br />In the still suburban civic, <br />We are amaranthine. <br />The heavens have no claim <br />Over us – amaranths <br />Of time and fable.<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-lulled-suburban-town/
