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… Let Me Love You, Sky

Let Me Love You, Sky

(translation|modification of Permíteme Amarte Cielo)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Let me love you, Sky –under the moon’s shadow.
Eclipse my anguished soul and illuminate my world
with the predictable and tender calm that abounds in you.
Turn my null existence into triumph.

Let me love you, Sky –under the moon’s shadow.
Turn my null existence into triumph
with the predictable and tender calm that abounds in you.
Eclipse my anguished soul and illuminate my world.

Let viscous rain
drench my parched tongue.
Rain in shadows that seals its love
with drops from you…

Submerge me in the sea of life.
Drown me in the passion of warming sands.
Seduce me with furious waves.
Bathe me with their kisses.
Crown me with your clouds’ red glow.


–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 (9 of 12)… Jill’s Ghostly Gothic Eyes

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Jill’s Ghostly Gothic Eyes

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Bright gray ghostly eyes
draped in black, proclaiming
over frightful midnight skies
my chronicle of a beautiful haunting.

Do you feel me tremble
with horrid lustful love?
Can you feel me tumble
like a panic flustered dove?

Do you watch and haunt me
–Bright Grays– into nightly terrors?
Do you spook me from the naked tree
with shadows casting horrors?


–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–