Poem… The Undelivered Kiss

The Undelivered Kiss

(translation|modification of El Beso que Nunca Entregó)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

How many times did he see her pass? I don’t know.
He wanted to call her; but his courage gave.
For this reason, I’ll always remember
the undelivered kiss.

She became his princess,
a specter, an ideal.
Because he didn’t reach her, I remember
the undelivered kiss.

She believed that like a soft moon
she went unnoticed.
She didn’t know he existed
and that the light she projected
was really meant for him;
yet he hid his acquiescent face
and suffered in the depths of his soul
the undelivered kiss.

The most painful of days…
Seeing you, not alone, and in good company;
holding hands, coquette, and with your new husband
of perfect build and elegant face.

What a terrible day he suffered!
You toppled the altar where he worshipped you.
Watching you pass with another,
he felt your daggers pierce through him.

His affections climbed toward the mountain’s summit,
where he rested and pondered:
anticipating the future from his present and past,
his love whispered that it wanted rest.

Extending his wings… the poor mortal
Descending and floating… the stranger who loved you
Into his abyss… unable to fly
because of an undelivered 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 (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… Princess


Princess

(translation|modification of Princesa)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Princess with porcelain skin and crystal eyes,
accept the poem of this poet and noble.
With his rhymes, he attempts to enamor
the little princess with an innocent smile and great passion.

From the king’s court, I observe you
–from a distance in the tower that attracts my gaze.
And from that distance, your figure corrects my wrong;
because desiring you is not a sin.

Few are the days I’ve seen you close.
As your gaze penetrates mine,
reflected in your eyes I see my world.
Hold me with your lips; and through your eyes, I’ll enter.

From a distance, I hope one day you’ll look at me
as I looked upon you
and remember while in solitude
that you had me in your arms and kissed me.

Torture me with your lips’ sweet graze
and the softness of your tongue.
Give me their sweet smell.
Reveal once more your figure through the window.

Through my emerald eyes, you entered.
Around my mind, you stroll each night and day.
Tonight, I’ll capture you; and as you kiss me,
you’ll tender the lips that mine invade.


–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 (translation): Princess

Poem: Princess

Selected Verses:

Princess
(Translation of Princesa)

Princess with porcelain skin and crystal eyes,
accept the poem of this poet and noble…

…From the king’s court, I observe you
–from a distance in the tower that attracts my gaze.
And from that distance, your figure corrects my wrong;
because desiring you is not a sin.

Few are the days I’ve seen you close.
As your gaze penetrates mine,
reflected in your eyes I see my world.
Hold me with your lips; and through your eyes, I’ll enter…

…Torture me with your lips’ sweet graze
and the softness of your tongue…

Through my emerald eyes, you entered.
Around my mind, you stroll each night and day.
Tonight, I’ll capture you; and as you kiss me,
you’ll tender the lips that mine invade.

 

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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.

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