RENZO DEL CASTILLO - POEMS

Renzo Del Castillo was born in Lima, Peru. He came over to the United States as a child in order to further his education. Mr. Del Castillo graduated from the University of Florida with a B.A. in English specializing in Victorian Literature and an M.A. in Mass Communications specializing in Intercultural Communications. He has spent the last 10 years working in the healthcare industry as an IT professional. Mr. Del Castillo is an aspiring poet, essayist, and author; he has been published in Literary Yard and The Acentos Review with upcoming publications in Uppagus. His Instagram handle is @elrenz.

Ex-Factor ​

​I can feel restrained love pour from you
With every squeeze of my arm and every hug that you steal
Your touch says what you don’t dare
Fearful of the confirmation that exists
In the unspoken realm of past regrets
 
The torture you must have endured
When the phantom of my words
Spoken at the moment of our parting
Haunted true, echoing in your ears
“I would have loved you, so much”

​Halloween

​Behind the contours of this mask
Almond eyes brand your outline on my memory
The curves of your body are tattooed on the back of my desire
Drawing painfully acquired
Inked with passion’s blood
 
On this old hallowed night
Where fantasies materialize through costumed dreams
And spirits seek comfort in the thumping pulse of techno beats
Zorro’s sword has been bested
By the fluttering of an Amazonian Butterfly’s wings

Don Juan
​

​Quiet wonder seized me
Jarring sound and sense bequeathed me
By the muse of inspiration.
Knocking all reason from my head
Till it lumbered down and bled
At the mere sight of you.
 
Scarlet waterfall cascading
Down Latin shoulders masquerading
As stone cliffs of jubilation.
Preventing the passage of this drifter
To the Promised Land this Easter
At the mere sight of you.
 
Mistress of untapped desires
Heroes light their own funeral pyres
With your name as motivation.
Taking the deity’s attention
From this young pilgrim’s elation
At the mere sight of you.

Thanksgivings (Haikus)

​Amber Polaroids
framed by snapdragon petals
document the Falls
 
spent flying, fighting;
atop Baba’s woods crowing
at the smirking sun:
 
“Qué onda, Güero?!”
as light rays engendered the
freckles on your thighs.

Toujours, Méliès
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​Ships drifting aimlessly in space
Have found a moon to light their course
For a new universe inside a cup of tea.
An unexpected paradise bookended
By “bonjour” and “fais de beaux rêves.”