Do you think it obscured? <br />The peculiar drizzle <br />A symphonic cascade, like felines <br />Trampling over the rooftops <br />Where we slumber under and wake <br />Over like the Sun away from the <br />Silent hills partitioned by <br />Their uncanny laughter? <br /> <br />I wander over the mountainside, <br />Underneath the moon and its kindred: <br />The anguished roads and macadamized walls <br />Of angst-ridden joys. <br />And I find all the petty liaisons: <br />The petals moored to the body of lustful flowers, <br />These licentious flowers susurrating fables <br />Of petal-whirs, latticed to stems of infinite <br />Slenderness, the gaudy thorns protruding <br />Like arms - the arms of my love gone with <br />The wind - the transient waltz of the wind <br />With my clenched soul that struggles like <br />How love battles the ambivalence and <br />The somnolence of the stars; The thorns <br />Meshed to the slender stem, brandishing <br />The flowers - the beau of the prolix garden <br />Where this flower is tethered to, yet unspoken <br />As it desiccates together with the serrated grass. <br />I walk the streets and pluck the flower <br />And here, she is secured, this lissome wonder. <br /> <br />I thirst for the blood of your petals, <br />The fire of your stem, and the sifting of your <br />Flagrant thorns. <br />Where shall I recompense to acquire <br />A brief time in this resolute quagmire <br />To get to caress your fringes, your inflorescence, <br />And sequester your sapid aroma that evanesces <br />To the tormented streets, coalescing with the drizzle. <br />And so in here, <br />I let your blossoms meld with the drizzle, <br />As they cascade over me.<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-over-tormented-cities/
