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