Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Wind Son They arrived, invaded blood smelling  like wet feathers. You feed fear and loneliness as if they were two small animals lost in the desert. They’re here  to burn  the Age of Sleep . Your life is a constant goodbye. You hold on like a snake that’s only itself when there’s nobody looking. You cry, open the jewelry box  of your desires  and you’re richer than night. But there’s so much isolation that your words commit suicide.

Endless Nights of November I spoke of dead bodies under endless November nights and I waited but nothing happened. I fled without realizing I fled, dates near and far              written on water I swallowed in small sips. Below, a finger, tense, severe, pointing at me from the sea like a domesticated circus bear. I left everything I knew as mine. Days past became shock waves, forms of gloom the future dawns. I’ve seen you look at me five hundred times, but look at me again           upright against noon clarity. I’m not a visitor from the world,  I am the world! I am the north wind tarnished after battering bowed heads of people populated by darkness and death. The lamp’s fire is no more beautiful than the light of a bonfire. I’ve seen thousands of men dumped in a single grave, and flowers b...

Motel Borinquen A condom falls on night’s shadows. Desire lubricates my insides. I’m sedated by your bang hole, the jazz, the cannabis, the nether elite to which I aspire. Come to my dildo manufactured on the streets of Borinquen. This word archeology discovers the bone, the psychic earthquake of reason’s instability and all its caveman connections. The sun falls on the city’s mist, its eye penetrates the hustler’s wallet and the hidden book of Babylon. Insolent amazement dries drunks’ rheum. A beautiful river descends from a stone and travels to the caveman’s ancient foreskin. It is the transfiguration of androgynous men into angels carrying the metaphysics of their pockets in their language. The luxury of their burials conveys the stigma of a leprechaun. Because they made money the final solution…the microcosm of their soul is dead. They’re threatened by the burnished skeleton of a lover and a joke m...

Morning Today I woke with purple eye. The bed sheet covered with bitterness, the horizon dyed your gaze with resentment. It was my prison, my sticky algae refuge, the silence of dead birds. God I love you Gaby! Your hands strange tentacles of islands. Oysters open their eaten shells rock jellyfish and sirens have indigo lips. So much oblivion, so much baseness! A wounded wolf with hemlock penis howled in your brain. It hit the staghorn corals. So much water lily perfume in the swamp inside you. The morning was intoxicating liquor, menstrual delirium. Your sex on top of my tumbling soul defeated. The froth of your mouth, the epilepsy of sound scream: God how I love you! You were the vampire of my night carriage, the dice rolled in red brothels, the subtle emanation of nipples. Next morning your teeth bit my forbidden fruit, walked with tousled hair, wandered the streets of my chalices.  You knew how to...

Binnacle you cannot know navigation not having rowed on a man’s sex shipwrecked, washed up on one of his beaches Anda tidak bisa tahu navigasi takak memiliki dayung pada jenis kelamin laki-laki berkebangasaan, terdampar salah satu pantai nya

Returning to his Body The boy left his cows and came to me, what splendorous rod, how swift and dark his stature, what swollen, slender nudity! My body, my labyrinth, come call, scold, hurt, calm my troubled slits. Find me clinging to your waist orange blossom in my mouth.                         Before my eyes                         a peal of freshness,                         triumphant, passionate confusion                         emerges from his legs. A sound as tender as the wind bl...

First Ceremony You lie a novice on my bed delightful, earthy, mild. You appear to sleep and I’m beside myself when my hands unfold their poverty on your hair. I find you naked, I am myself naked, amazed, a shimmer, wretched, and soft. What can I do blinded and mute. Bewildered? You keep your gaze ferocious, hungry devouring the dark, your sex wet and hurting with the memory of your first ejaculation, your lips no longer in need of the child you were. Your way of being licks me like a dog, a wild horse. Your navel makes my head rotate. I tend my hand towards your thighs and blow by blow they separate, and meet, and turn into a fiery gap in turmoil on the bed sheet. Take me, kneel, and separate, come back, hurtle, howl. All of a sudden you slit my darkness and rain inside me!

Sometimes me,  but always You You love me? Are you listening? Do you love me? The third silence was blunt.  I walked away restless, my sobs desiring to sob.  How much more do I need to stop needing? What if we sleep together? Should we talk about something else? It’s cold outside, maybe you should wear a scarf to cover your distant eyes.

My Earthly Goods They closed the park and paved the lawn. I don’t have more than what my pockets can hold, a couple of avocados, lemons, a kitten with no owner, and so many kisses for you… Who at the end of the day all you have are blisters, a mild winter that does not satisfy your longing, and me, and doubts, and who knows what else?

Twilight Body I want to rid myself of this blood depopulate this death undress this face. Open my legs between swollen trees and engender a jungle where desire sprouts blindly. I want to poke my head between the lips of the world pursue the thrashing of my pubis and save myself from me the broken, the incomplete one. I want to be the dawn.

Wake Up Paper Man Wake up and hear my voice! I am your weightless brother hiding in your shadow, a drunk kiss, the nightmare of a god, a spider in heat. I am the nameless beast that follows your footsteps, lethal, absurd. I never believed In your freedom. Worship me in altars made of pitchforks and whips. Wait for me in your dreams, your tears, your anger. I’ll wait for you warm and loving so that together we lower the curtain of blood and skin. Take the hand that awaits you since you lit the first fire and follow your own forgotten darkness.

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