Poem… Passion

Passion

(translation|modification of Pasión)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Fantasies of words,
ecstasy without reason…
Only you reside
in the dwellings of my heart.

The love you offer
intoxicates my heart;
the love I correspond to
is without comparison.

You, My Love,
are unforgettable.
The longer my life,
the more, and more I’ll love you.

My Blessed Love,
you accompanied my youth,
became my light of joy,
and mitigated sorrows.

From your hands: a thousand caresses
From your lips: a thousand kisses
From your arms: a thousand delights
From your heart: eternal love.

The tender gaze
of your fountains of fondness
jet watery arches
into the pool of my soul’s affections.


–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… 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–



 

Poem… Who Torments with Love?

Who Torments with Love?

(translation|modification of ¿Quién con Amor Atormenta?)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Who torments with love?
Who destroys the soul
with a passionate caress?
Pain doesn’t bewilder;
what bewilders produces pain.
Anguish, not of the body, but of the soul.
I sin because I kiss
with a pure conscience.
I do wrong by surrendering.
Who am I?
This “I” is a yearning,
a desire for the slavery
that only love imposes:
Desire to surrender everything
without withholding one single feeling
or caress.
Who torments with love?
I don’t know.
What am I? A pure sinner, a prisoner
who dominates his irrepressible emotion
and represses his indomitable 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… Angel & Mermaid

Angel & Mermaid

(translation|modification of Ángel y Sirena)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Angel & Mermaid with beautiful eyes and severe gaze
Figure that makes my glance gentle
Every day, I remember that I shouldn’t;
but my soul remains tied to your silhouette.

Dark hair that seduces without speaking
Pearl skin on the body of a mermaid
Anyone would give their life to kiss
the beautiful mermaid with a queen’s name.

Sweet tiny waist that tempts my hands
Slender legs that hypnotize in madness
The sun of desire with honey warms
the passion that in me has lost its sanity.

Your slightly parted lips mark the entrance
to your soul and coffer of pleasure.
Your crystalline eyes sing the ballad
that reveals you and all you can be.

Mermaid & Angel, stay in your solemn trance.
Deliver yourself into my arms;
and thus, your skin’s sweet enlace
as we seal our fate with a kiss.


–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… Love of Rose & Carnation

Love of Rose & Carnation

(translation|modification of Amor de Rosa y Clavel)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Centuries ago, in an isolated place
surrounded by jasmine walls,
a well-cultivated paradise
and beautiful garden existed in all splendor.

Stooping, the gardener planted
the seeds of a rose and a carnation.
With patience, he cared for them each day,
protecting their beauty, the essence of their being.

Eventually, the carnation looked at the rose
and the rose at the carnation.
The rose for the carnation: the most beautiful
The carnation for the rose: a beautiful being.

They hastened vows of eternal love.
The moon witnessed their covenant.
From that moment everlasting,
love was the foundation of their promise.

But one day, the rose saw a tulip
and immediately gave him her heart.
The carnation was stored in her forgetfulness
because of fleeting passions –without reason.

The carnation was informed of the affair.
He was wounded by the rose’s thorn
and left inert, pierced and moribund
with her prick plunged deep into his heart.

The sun launched its rays, assisting in his death.
Every petal in bloom dehydrated.
What was the carnation’s fortune?
Being bathed by the sun as he cried and withered.


–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–