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