Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

An Illustration of My World The same as your non-existent window. Like a shadow of a hand on a ghost instrument. The same as veins and the intense manner by which blood travels through them. Always with the same equity, offering me its precious continuity it ideally ensures your existence. From a distance. At a distance. Despite the distance. With your forehead and your face, all your presence, not closing your eyes, and the landscape that leaps from your presence when the city was not, could not be but the useless reflection of your hecatomb presence. To wet the feathers of birds even better this rain falls from on high. It locks me inside you. Inside yet far from you like a lost path on another continent.

poem up at The Writing Disorder http://writingdisorder.com/ sergio-ortiz-poetry/ Poem accepted at Barking Sycamores Poem accepted at Narrow Road Poem Accepted at Unlikely Stories V Poem Accepted at Survision I'm thrilled