Hector S.

Bautista Aniceto
Creative Writing ENGL 150-06
Matthew Burgess, 03/22/2013
Poems
Winter
We encounter at the end of the year
You come without fear,
While I surrender to your feet.

I realized that you have arrived,

When the clouds break apart
And little pieces fall around.

Your arms, strong and cold

Cover the city with a blanket of snow.
Your breath blows away the last leaves
On the trees.

All life around me disappears

The birds fly away searching the southern heat.
Meanwhile out there in the forest
The bear and the deer hide and cover
From the cold winds you bring over.

I stay in my room and read a book

The fireplace heats my body
But my heart remains cold and snowy.
The only consolation I have is to know
That one day you´ll be gone.

Touch
I still remember the sound of your breath on my neck
As a ship searching across my skin
Some calm in the water and a dock to rest in.
I still remember the kiss of your fingers
Sliding slowly down my cheeks,
Like a drop of water that falls gently from a leaf.

I still feel your head resting on top of mine

Your chin caressing my hair.
I still feel your arms embracing me at night
Protecting me from the cold of solitude
With a force that none mortal has felt yet.

I want to have all these sensations back, own them

I want them to stay with me forever
To have your touch and the taste of your lips
Back again, within and close to me.

I don´t want an empty caress nor a bitter kiss

I don´t want this distance between us
Hector S. Bautista Aniceto
Creative Writing ENGL 150-06
Matthew Burgess, 03/22/2013
I want to challenge the laws of physics
And have our bodies fuse in a sigh.
I want your body to be where mine is
And mine where yours inhabits.

Angelical Beauty
Her black hair shines as when I last saw her.
She wore a blue dress and had a ponytail at first,
Then she loosed her hair.
It moved with the wind like a black wave
While the sunlight kissed her head.

My sister would come to visit us

A red car was the sign that she had arrived.
As she got off everyone stopped.
She was a sensation, her beauty a condemnation.
Many followed her, but she had heart for only one of them.
His name was Jahir.

Her skin looks brown like cinnamon

As she walked down the street
All looks turned and focused on her lovely cinnamon skin.
No wonder why! If it glittered and shined
Under the sunlight, joyful and fine.

Her lips are heart shaped and red as a rose

Her eyes are big and of the color of an amber rock
Every time your eyes crossed with hers
You got lost in the sincere beauty within them.
No one could escape to the hypnotizing power of her gaze.
Blessed is that one who had the chance to kiss her lips
Because more than one would have died or killed for it.

But she would have not allowed that

She was an angel, a good lady,
Her beauty was not only physical
It also reigned her soul and heart.
She cared for our parents, always making sure
They did not miss a doctor´s appointment.
She felt pity for children in the streets and
Single mothers, she gave them food,
She gave them clothes, if she could, she would give more
She told me once.

Her presence turned tragedy into a musical.

She was always happy, laughing, making jokes
The goofiest person I ever met.
But also super smart and talented girl.
She loved her family, and above all, children
She expected one so anxiously
Hector S. Bautista Aniceto
Creative Writing ENGL 150-06
Matthew Burgess, 03/22/2013
But, suddenly death came knock on our door.

As I look through the crystal, I see she wears a white dress

This is a little uncommon for someone like her
She never liked white, she told me once
But to me, it fits her just well.
Even in her eternal sleep beautiful she is.
Undoubtedly she will always be
The angelical beauty that on this earth
Peace and love made us all feel.