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 (1 of 12)… Gothic Jill’s Genesis

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Gothic Jill’s Genesis

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down
and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after.

Such was the nursery rhyme
on the university professor’s mind.
Jill, though whipped,
was not interrogated for all that did transpire.
As lectures passed
in time Jill cast
away her “girl next door” attire.

Fiction of a young professor’s lust:
Jill’s tanned breasts became a pale and Goth-like bust.
Gothic Jill transcends the philosophical;
and for the professor’s students,
Jill became a case study.
For many –in time, an imaginary sex buddy
as set forth in the professor’s chronicle.

–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–