Syracuse, NY    1971 -    
I started my journey into poetry back in 1985 as a freshman in high school - having a mere crush on a girl. I was too shy to do anything directly substantial about it until watching an episode of Silverspoons, which had planted an idea - feasible for my silent temperament; a poem.

In recent times, writing is more of a way for me to offload emotional tension by conveying the feelings through the use of functional words structured to convey them in either an explicit or an elusive manner.

Poetry... more efficient than a book, and more rewarding than a fortune cookie.
I started my journey into poetry back in 1985 as a freshman in high school - having a mere crush on a girl. I was too shy to do anything directly substantial about it until watching an episode of Silverspoons, which had planted an idea - feasible for my silent temperament; a poem.

In recent times, writing is more of a way for me to offload emotional tension by conveying the feelings through the use of functional words structured to convey them in either an explicit or an elusive manner.

Poetry... more efficient than a book, and more rewarding than a fortune cookie.
Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
21 hours ago

In idle, I am prone to the unintentional siren
yet with obligation, I can pretentiously delude
concealing the apprehension... and the desire

Remarkably discernible from a mere moment glimpse
in her ivory mask with tinges of light rose
looming unmistakably regardless how afar

Yet, I keep my distance; becoming too nervous
propinquity may induce "Untamed Attraction"
in defiance of the restraint that I impose

Amongst the mundane, I unwillingly exclude
in fear of displacing the facade over this ruse
all to hide my veracity from ridicule

Is it in timidity that I indulge this notion?
Incapable to go beyond being elusively platonic;
in favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon?

...

Alas, I bury any sentiment as a mere fantasy
to haunt me within my dreams; as I lay vulnerable.
In favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon.

Written on 02/26/2017
#desire   #sacrifice   #ethics   #grief  

Fantasia from fermented fruit, she flaunts with a flirtatious frolic
as her fingers follow the fervor of fictitious phantoms of flesh
favoring the fragrant fissure fabricated in fuchsia upon her own face

Outspoken by emotions, her obtrusive oratory of overtures oscillate
amidst her omission of the obscurity ornamenting her obligations
as she oppresses to omit the objects outfitting my own

Relinquishing our rational restraints with a ritual of role-play
rehearsing repetitious rhetoric to rouse relentless rapaciousness
as we reciprocate avaricious renditions of ravenous rapture

Engaging expectations by exaggerating enactments of ecstasy
empowering the exuberance to elevate the elation of exertion
as the efficacy of our entangled embrace endures

Persuasion places my posterior upon a pillowed platform
as her provocative promiscuity permeates upon my perspired posture
playfully pacing the propitious path to the perspective of point

Lavished by my liveliness; she lends to lay languished
as her legs lock upon my loftier limbs as the lower lumbers
upon a litany of libidinous lunges as she laments with a lisp

Acknowledging the affliction of the anticipated yet arduous apex
we both lay abated from our ambitions... until her aspirations advance
for an encore; awakening me to answer her appeal...

Yes!

Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
Dec 12, 2016

Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface

My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear

Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly; exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires

Written on 12/12/2016.
Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
Dec 10, 2016

As a blooming rose
unveils a Winter's first mask
Her smile enslaves me

Written on 12/10/2016.
#haiku   #smile  
Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
Dec 9, 2016

It sits there, amongst its brethren.
Thrown in the back, out of view...
behind his newer, pristine siblings.

Brought onto the shelf, exactly the same
as the rest; having the same goodness
sought by all who absolutely love soup.

Yet, this can is overlooked...
by virtue of a small tear on its label.
Condemned by an insignificant imperfection.

Encased in steel, lined with tin;
the delicious ambrosia is preserved
equally across its line.

Its label is a mere distinction
of what is truly of worth...
what's inside.

Written on 12/09/2016.
Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
Dec 5, 2016

Like the faint speckles of light
piercing through fabrics of black silk
upon the fore of flickering flames
from an ensemble of a thousand tealights

The obscure vast extends beyond our perspective
opening our minds, birthing visual imagery
brought upon by this vivid intimacy
between the light and of the dark

Like ornate embroidery, leisurely sewn
as clouds transform while traversing the temporal expanse
revealing our past through portraits
of familiarities once anew

The romantic serenity politely interrupted
by wisps of wind that softly whisper
feeling their breath; as a caress of silk
delicately brushing against our skin

As the warmth of earth upon which our bodies rest
holds us closely as our souls explore
the everlasting and exclusive wonders
under the night sky

Written on 12/05/2016.
Alvin Llanos
Alvin Llanos
Dec 2, 2016

I can see it in their eyes
their disdain piercing through
my ignorant gaze
rolling in discontent
weakening my resolve
as they close to dismiss
my very existence

I can hear it in their voices
with deliberate tones of sarcasm
to destroy my esteem
throwing facetiously coy remarks
to challenge my will
outnumbered in unison
to quell me into silence

Written on 11/18/2016.
 
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