The icy graze of my touch in the wind
burns your lips with tortured fires.
Blood invades your pallid skin, saliva thickens
while suffering my hands’ warmth in the cool evening breeze.
As I caress your body in the frozen night…
Surrender soot-stained lips!
Curve your back in body-tensing plight!
My breezes make you quiver, I know.
Against caressing pillows,
your lips settle like gentle flames.
Forceful winds lull you
into hurricane spirals that thrash you
with their slumberous motion,
leaving you forever bound
to my lips seduction…
–You can find the original poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or a translated|modified version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–
Burn the books of old
and hold the Book of Spells to heart.
Delight in the burning smell
while walking into fiery Hell.
Close your eyes… And start
the return to vibrant life once your enchanted soul is sold.
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–