Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

if a rainbow knew loneliness and fear could it be a rainbow, am I just another faggot drifting toward the edge

why share you? I spring forth from the ecstasy of being a lily and become a legend while you hide in the bosom of another

the end of questions… you try to run your hand over my face  but  you’re fattened with betrayal wavering among the bamboo

I live on an island  stained with dry blood…  a man-moth  filled with battered moonlight  cutting through palmettos