My Gothic Jill
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
Your eyes cast shadows
over desolate lands
of lifeless sorrows
where I’ve made my stands.
of hair radiate the morrow.
Deep, dark eyes and pale of hands
fill my soul’s deep hollow.
Your naked back on the canvas stand
and cadent brush with tips of hair
paint my lustful wetlands
shaking with tremors left to bear.
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–