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–
Pubescent boys on bicycles,
thrusting power between their thighs.
Confused and full of explosive energy,
they wander through the city streets
in frenzied desperation.
Her eyes, like a waking babe's–
the cool white of a spring cloud.
firm like summer plums.
the color of toasted almonds.
Her youth, irretrievable
no longer mine.
Written by Pilar Acevedo 1/11/1990
Feeling confused, I look inside
but I find nothing.
Searching for an answer, I look to heaven
but I do not feel Him.
Written by Pilar Acevedo, 9/23/1989
You gather the sun
and scatter its light
like a pool of mercury
heavy and fluid.
You move with still, complete motion
cooling my feet,
soothing my mind.
Written by Pilar Acevedo 9/1992
In my mother's house,
In my father's house,
I am silent.
Written by Pilar Acevedo, 9/1992
My soul is filled
deep as an ancient river
dark, and still.
Written by Pilar Acevedo, 9/25/2011
I want to lie in shallow water–
face barely immersed,
and feel this decaying facade become fluid
dissipating with each quivering ripple–
extending, beyond its aging core.
I am a visual artist who writes poetry and vignettes.