Written by Pilar Acevedo, 7/8/1990
How is it and why
after so many years,
you can still reach
into my subconscious and
appear in my dreams
with life-like vividness?
Unmatched by realty—you touch me.
I taste the sweetness of your being,
feel the fullness of your lips,
the gentle force of your thighs and
the curves and hollows of your body.
I look into your eyes--
they are full of passion and me.
We embrace, satiated and calm,
I awaken, but quickly
close my eyes and await
such sweet delight.
Written by Pilar Acevedo, 7/1990
Like incessant hunger pangs
thoughts of you do not leave me.
They throb within my being and
gnaw away at my soul.
Written by Pilar Acevedo, 6/1992
You haunt my dreams
when the moon is full,
and my heart receptive.
You hover above my body and
kiss my mouth like a hummingbird
sucking nectar from a flower.
Oh, haunt me again
for your lips are of honey,
sweet and thick–
your whispers like the wind,
rustling through the leaves in a forest
on a hot summer day.
Oh haunt me again–
I am a visual artist who writes poetry and vignettes.