Book Of Firsts: First Truancy Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The prying flowers salute me.
Your eyes gesture graciousness.
Your hands are steady with apprehension,
Whilst my soul is not
In taciturn glances, look, I have seen you in a world
Finitely morose in an obscure yet pleasurable delight.

You were swollen like the waves,
And I welcome you as my own sea
You are not a figment of an ambiguous wave -
You are the whole, fidgety sea
And I wistfully ponder over your
Cold, tranquil blue face.
And how I longed to be there,
Just sailing away
Way away
From reality,
And onto dreams and rustic fantasies
Of submerging myself deep within your sea
As I recognize the heraldry
Of my first, acrimonious truancy.