Good Morning Gulliver

                                                                                           by Sergio Ortiz

 

                                  Welcome to my day, the dogma of “no strings attached” embellish my

                            fingers and toes.  Welcome to the nausea tranquilized by the calla’s bribe,

                            allowing the animal beneath the skin to sleep.  Welcome to my Mapplethorpe’s

                            finger fuck, three dimensional and stepping-off what’s left of hair, lips,

                            eyes with all of its poisonous offspring fastening a rope around my neck

                            to asphyxiate the desire to love.  Welcome to the libretto of my aging

                           crevices touching and melting no one.