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A Ride

The circle reveals herself, toes splay, body leans into other, spine undulates away, under, deeper, gasping, grasping, thank you, I can't, I can, ahhhhhh, yes please, blue boundaries shapeshift into Goddess Gossamer Blue, becoming everything surrendered to, all not claimed rushes full force to overwhelm, spiral of body wisdom encircles the moments between what this wave reclaims, others pray or play write flash or dash away from what I am allowing, this breaking wave, inside eternity, I claim what claims me, I am no longer a woman of the Surf, I am the surf that rides this woman.

Story by:

Laurel Kahaner

submitted at 9:41pm

14 November 2010

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