Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Sleeping with this Man He walked into my dusk so awake my shadows left fearing his reprove. Then he spoke in the softest of voices asking without asking. I wanted to watch my petals open while listening to his footsteps in the Fried-Eye of my memory, but I surrendered to whatever it was I had perceived by dawn’s mirror. * Originally written in December of 2008.  I know it is difficult to think of a journal as a man or a woman, or even as a friend's toy chihuahua, Lorca (he is transgender haha---) But this is the man referred to in the poem. sergio

Dear Friends,  I have received a second nomination for    the   Sundress Best of the Net  award s at Caper, The Journal . You are all welcomed to read the poem. sergio