Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual
like the breath of beloved,
so vast that hints at my insignificance,
yet cordial and supple,
dimmed
though formidable in her passion or rage.
I am here ad libitum,
at her mercy.
She clasps me like insignificant bug,
yet she cradles me like an infant
allowing me to swim at her interminable motherhood.
She pages through my soul,
reads all my fears,
to find an ounce of infraction to sink me down.
She holds me
between the limbs of her undeniable grips
like she wants to show me
how vast her strength extends,
yet
how soft and tender she can pour every pore of my being,
how horrendously she could groan,
how tenderly she could whisper.
I know the only force
that holds into my survival
is
my absolute surrender.
I think to myself:
how far can I go on
in the hands of these abysmal currents,
how long can I hold on
to this fine yarn of consents,
this,
tiny thread of survival,
