Poem… Broken Hope

Broken Hope

(translation|modification of Esperanza Rota)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Broken hope
Fly in a frenzy
Every day you distance yourself:
Less proximate to me.

You are sentiment
You are my feeling,
even if the wind takes you
and I drown in suffering.

Where is your face?
I desire to caress
your tender cheeks
and kiss your lips.

As I kiss your face,
my fantasies devour…
To roam your neck,
my hands yearn…

I didn’t have you;
but my ideas still loved you.
I don’t have you;
but they kiss you.

My memories hold
your silken strands erotically in hand.
Your innermost trembles over me;
and in my dreams, I’m the one who loves you.


–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… Seduction

Seduction

(translation|modification of Seducción)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Let me press your body to the wall
so that your breasts grind against its bricks.
I’ll grasp your hair without fear
as I unbutton and open your top with burning desire.

Your top will fall, sliding against your skin.
Your brassiere will open, surrendering your breasts.
I’ll undress your body; and to make you tremble,
I’ll kiss your back and taste your neck.

My hands will glide throughout your body, your legs…
My mouth will kiss your waist; and as I bite,
my dream will make a feast of you.
Welcome my enchantment. Let pleasures collide.

Drown in my seduction:
erotic dimension of a lusting reality.
Receive the lashing of my sensuality
and enjoy the delights of my blazing 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 (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–