The harrow is
Upon the very moon-kissed floor.
The dreams wane
Over the sweet caprice
And subtle breaths.
I appeal to you
Like your quaint dress.
An automatic fire
As you bite your lips.
You leave ashen-plumes
Upon my blithe skin.
The motion of the
Burning clocks
And the utterances
Of your gardens
With flowers that long to pry
Descend upon me
Like sapid waves
That twirl in a crazed fume.
The kisses dive
Into distances like
Daggers hurled into
The black, crystalline waters
Of your sea -
I’ve come to the
Place where the Sunlight
Meets the anxiously
Anticipating mellow grounds
That are impugn
To this riotous rally.
I will steal all of your
Sophistications
And lattice them
To the liaisons of
The moon-kissed ground
And the sun-flamed azure.
All of you
All of me
This exhilarating union
Will steal
All of you,
All of me.
Windsor Guadalupe Jr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-of-you-8/
