"Let me sink.   Let me drown in it.   Let my breath leave my body so I gasp.   I want to miss the air.   I want to swirl in the purple. 
 I want to fall into the deep, deep end - lose consciousness in a riptide of longing and dark wishes.   I want to feel the booming, bursting, sighing zing.   The sweet salt beat of undulating wetness.   Don’t pull me out.   Don’t guard my life.   Kiss me."
                                                                                                                                     Laurel Hoitsma       August 2003