Breathe -- 

It can get a little Claustrophobic when you are having so much good Sex --

The difficulty

         was in forgiving

              since the feelings were so intense

             and unlikely

she is the first and

the last to understand           why

she forgets how knowledge

is the deliverance of

memory                  releasing it from hope and fear

although --

she remembers  

the first running threads

slipping past our fever into

the flashes where thunder eats rocks

the rocks explaining 

that we should be patient

 --the calm example

waiting

         simple as the night

strung out 

over  eyesight

 in the beginning --

            trust  --

             hot

                        as pincers 

            she claws my back and I enter -

in my center where I feel

her

 where her moans are

eclipsing  -- all that has come before --

riding on and impaling her               myself she asks to --  she wants me to -- and I will --

impale my own fist -                         in that silent waiting place

where the snake is  folding a voice

            the smallest example of truth             collected

            and dispensed as medicine

from the moist ground                  to give us ---

to bring to us --                  a wild healing -- 

                              expectant and remembering all the world on fire -- beginning  

            as I rush          

                    swollen with those flames ---

                                                startled  bikini violins 

                                 - in her blue eyes

                                    I feel so much and I can't explain 

that yearning 

such a deep and entirely awake

emotion                       laughing triangles --            from the deep red --

                                    center       an engine        --

                              for the final

                             completion

                             frail ankle

                                                 solution

                                    wading into the ocean

                             spirit talk

                we are               together in that vast                air     air -         that feels so

                           expectant                     the wolf eyes                    

                               the serpent's green trees                  our watchful and

spectacular hopes combine to

                                                          combustion        degrees

                                         eye                  hood the

                                                     adolescent                sex ornaments --            

                                                                   the red                   memory

                                           memory                           and -----     yes, its ok to

breathe -    you can now- you  really can --

Max Wolf Valerio

May 3rd - 2004