A poem: A return to submission.

I fell on you with my heart flailing

My sternum cracked in two to reveal a heart in the elements

Scored deeply with fork or knife, as if to season for a slow cook

So open it was drying in the breeze of the vast plain where I was.

I fell on you like a drop of water to the thirstiest mouth

With complete abandon and resolve,

To suck up everything you had with everything I had left.

You met me and we quenched each others thirst - my chest cavity gaping-- pounding,

Yet swinging like a saloon door in a deserted town

I absorbed all you had through that mangled heart

Like a machine we powered on for hours morphing through each other until we were spent.

You filled all that was broken with your scent, your touch, your commands.

Liberated, I give up-- give it over and just soar.

a cooling lightness of air announced the wetness of my chest

still present through my fast beating heart that

falling back to earth, seemed somehow complete.

You held me until I fell asleep on your chest

under the tender strokes of your strong hands through my dishevelled hair.

What was black was now filled with light.

When you left that day I was lost.

A little girl alone again.

We had surrendered... but only just.