Wound Flaming and Transforming an Angel into Heaven --

1

a wound – flaming

in the doorframe –

noiseless webs  slender and moving in wind

      broken

angles of motion

                   defiance

the brutal,  potent and final

combinations                --  a stabbing dreaming heaven --

2

scintillating

trickster fluid before a mute

object withholding desire --

my mind lit with narcotic joy

her little fingers on

my pulse

enjoying without destruction

an elemental feeling

rising up

 inside      an already—

       forgiven idea

3

resonant - an enlargement anticipates the participation of knives -- 

eyes and hips sulking into

velvet music              

4

two from equilibrium –

floatation

suctioning and dividing

an oceanic width --- blue   vast         wet

twining space trundled down

into breaks and

gaps  ---  shining up --

there’s insight             and gap  --- breath – then a sinking into a phosphorescent knowledge all emanation

and dark

4

swift illumination/ coals on the head and in the mouth --

dancing as Chango dances strongly pulling down wet thunderbolts into his balls

heavy with desire                taut with flashing nerves --- incrementally alert as

She walks nimbly

into the room

there’s a red hat on her head 

       she’s smiling at her growing reflection              eaten up -- a dialogue between spectator and sensation          she’s  conscious now of being watched and desired –

from afar       I can tell as she tells me to watch and be quiet now --  and the room is torn with femininity unbridled and

    wild            delicate in her fingers as she places an oil on her lips – a red detachment that teases at my eyes –   waiting to be desired and knowing what desire can be--

     a spectral

 fire – startles my heart and cock     no longer a dream image now --

a pulse radiating 

out at her corseted waist                her ass and legs shaped into my hands by distant razors    my eyes--       touch and desire     sever our separation and

 we            are            consuming  

each other

the hot and wet sensations as I move my body along her

     entirely ---

swollen within a fragile electrical dream--

her face distorts

red moans and

need  -- the deepening that tilts and roars into my ears           

on top of me       gliding along my perceptive body

elastic and sharp as heaven       soft and gentle      she’s determined to provoke --

I’m hard in her hands              she pulls and teases

          evoking and praying         

                 a silence fills my head and I am speechless waiting to know---

                  tears fill the silence and I am inside the longest minutes of love

Max Wolf Valerio      

© March 12, 2004   - For Amy and her dancing, her desire and her love