First Flight.

Raw with passion each drawn out bird,
has a becalming
bewildering effect viewed upon them.

With Poised expressions they advance,
twisting slavishly,
drawing on their breaths, biting necks.

Wing span flushed from deep inside,
mouths, tongues,
fed down to throat, as warmth renders.

Spikes of pain and pleasure ignite,
pelvis lifts,
takes off from the feverish reality.

They soar, each way above the other.
Separate, together,
Silvia upon bodies by companion.

Air flooding through time frame,
claws, nails
clasp the forms nearest them.

 They fly to land, fully fledged
lying, fatigue.
in each others company, calm at last.


A.M.Dale. 04/09/11