Poem (12 of 12)… Postscript On Gothic Red

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Postscript On Gothic Red

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

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.
Stain my lips with darkened burgundy
as I devour your mouth with fury;
and with Uralic Magyar zeal,
my heart and soul arouse and heal.

~ ~ ~

And such were the professor’s dreams:
illusions and fantasies of the mind
–yet compelling enough to create the world
of Gothic Jill.
The morning sun’s rays
tear through the bedroom window
and spear his sleeping eyes,
waking the artist of fantasies.
The Philosopher opens his eyes
and stares at the smears & stains
on his pillows & sheets: soot & tar.


–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–


 

Poem (8 of 12)… Gothic Jill’s Morning Face

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Gothic Jill’s Morning Face

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Her flushed pale face
reflecting in the mirror
awaits the shadowed trace
of Revlon lip color.

Ghostly beauty in the shadow
of mascaras, lipsticks and liners.
Sensuous borders that follow
each morrow –her facial framing twiners.

My fingertips run
and smear her tar-lined eyes.
My tongue, her lips: depraving fun
concocting my demise

with geisha-like temptations
subdued by powdered passions.


–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–


 

Poem (3 of 12)… My Gothic Jill

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My Gothic Jill

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Your eyes cast shadows
over desolate lands
of lifeless sorrows
where I’ve made my stands.

Jet-black strands
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–


 

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 (3 of 12): The Poetic Love Story of a Goth | My Gothic Jill

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

GothBlueEyes

Selected Verses:

My Gothic Jill

Your eyes cast shadows
over desolate lands
of lifeless sorrows…

…Deep, dark eyes and pale of hands
fill my soul’s deep hollow.

Your naked back on the canvas stand…
…paint my lustful wetlands
shaking with tremors left to bear.

Find the poem @…