I want to be beaten
I want to be bruised, abused, broken
I want to be tossed and dragged
and tumbled and damaged
Submerged,
Screaming,
I want to be alone, deafened and voiceless
Immobile against this weight and force
Trapped in my body
Frozen, shocked, unconscious;

Loving you is like love from the ocean

Surrendered,

Reborn rejuvenated renewed refreshed
Alive for the first time
Clean and whole and glowing
Afloat in the widest strongest gentlest arms
Rocking the world (my world our world)
to sleep.

Chasing time or running fast too fast away from it. Passing on the left;

Pulling myself back together
Thinking of turtles in the road only thinking of crossing and heavy rubber tires and wind from our wheels
And trash
And new cities full of people
And mountains full of nobody
At 90