Poem… The End

The End

(translation|modification of Final)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Solitary life of intense love
under abnegated shadows…
Subjugated in a frozen hell
that burns inwardly, never outwardly.

The wind turns air into a pink whirlwind
whose aged flower mocks its song.
Austere is slight’s venom,
murdering those intoxicated with passion.

Suffering tears run down his face,
competing and yearning for the heart.
These wretched celebrate their vile achievement,
injuring the vessel of an erotic emotion.

Behind the veil of a tropical cloud
and near the reach of its majestic touch,
an infernal silhouette appears
that with an erotic twist takes him to hell.

With her body over his, he injures himself,
abrading his skin with her naked touch.
Having her, he loses her and chastises his soul,
caressing her enchantments for the last time.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

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Poem… Seduction

Seduction

(translation|modification of Seducción)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Let me press your body to the wall
so that your breasts grind against its bricks.
I’ll grasp your hair without fear
as I unbutton and open your top with burning desire.

Your top will fall, sliding against your skin.
Your brassiere will open, surrendering your breasts.
I’ll undress your body; and to make you tremble,
I’ll kiss your back and taste your neck.

My hands will glide throughout your body, your legs…
My mouth will kiss your waist; and as I bite,
my dream will make a feast of you.
Welcome my enchantment. Let pleasures collide.

Drown in my seduction:
erotic dimension of a lusting reality.
Receive the lashing of my sensuality
and enjoy the delights of my blazing passion.


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–



 

Poem: Let Me Seduce Your Lips

Poem: Let Me Seduce Your Lips (translation of Déjame Seducir Tus Labios)

Selected Verses:

Let Me Seduce Your Lips

(translation of Déjame Seducir Tus Labios)
by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Stop and feel the icy graze
of my hands in the wind.
Your lips throb inflamed with fire
as you let me seduce them with tempting hands…

…My hands fall upon your body like a frozen night.
Your body rises like a bird in rapid winds.
My breezes make you quiver against your pillow
as you let me seduce your lips with tempting hands.

My pleasant cooling calm lulls you.
Dreams of my hurricane winds ravage
and still you so that I can kiss you
as you let me seduce your lips with tempting hands.

 

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Poem (12 of 12): The Poetic Love Story of a Goth | Postscript On Gothic Red

NoteThe Poetic Love Story of a Goth is a series composed of twelve poems and a subtle story line. The series’ themes are love, fantasy, beautiful hauntings, alternative lifestyles, life’s darker aspects, surrealism, lust, Gothic themes, sensuality, cosmetics, and eroticism.

Poem: The Poetic Love Story of a Goth

Selected Verses:

Postscript On Gothic Red

Gothic Red –dressed as an imperial princess
whose eyes dawn with grayish blues…
Wear your native dress and crimson gloves
to veil your gentle pale-white skin
and freckled constellations born east of Berlin…

~ ~ ~

And such were the professor’s dreams:
illusions and fantasies of the mind
–yet compelling enough to create the world
of Gothic Jill…

…The Philosopher opens his eyes
and stares at the smears & stains
on his pillows & sheets: soot & tar.

GothRedHair

 

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Poem (11 of 12): The Poetic Love Story of a Goth | Requiem for a Gothic Dream

NoteThe Poetic Love Story of a Goth is a series composed of twelve poems and a subtle story line. The series’ themes are love, fantasy, beautiful hauntings, alternative lifestyles, life’s darker aspects, surrealism, lust, Gothic themes, sensuality, cosmetics, and eroticism.

Poem: The Poetic Love Story of a Goth

Selected Verses:

GothTombstoneRequiem for a Gothic Dream

Within the deepest confines
of my mind, you plumed
and branded gothic signs
that bled me, leaving me entombed.

You left a requiem for a dream:
my arms groping in the mist
of a pallid phantom’s scheme
whose kiss I did not dare resist.

 

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