the waves at mavericks

there are moments
when feelings overwhelm and
drown me like a mammoth wave, i hold
my breath and swim for surface,
wish for sky-enlightenment....
in those moments i'm caught
unprepared, as when the artist
comes up behind me, silent,
as i speak with his daughters,
him pulling my hips into his
with his strong hands
the warmth of desire,
presented with kindness
and respect, saying only:
you are a good woman,
i see you, you are loved.
i put my hands on his
and climb into this as if
his hands are a sturdy boat
and mine are oars to row.