Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Fear   He stopped me from turning off the stars.  His arms, bight that found the roots of my willow showing signs of affliction in the shallow waters where I ran demented to men so divine my bed boiled like a cosmic heat-wave.  Now I hold my breath…, remember you playing the chords to all my songs. Fear, nothing but the past freely scurrying about grief stricken.

When is Enough, not Enough my wrist has disappeared into a line of blood it took seconds for the pain to slide reptilian slim like the strapped on weight not wanted by my love his neck was cold his bulging knuckles slapped my thighs while I ran to the temple of my next chocolate milk-shake & double Whopper