From Red Notebook with No Date

I Danced upon the tightrope
  of her madness
 achieved breathtaking
        acrobatics

like every other type of death I courted
every other force of nature I fought
I walked away more than a little scarred

 These scars
 the wise call perfection

and only
this time I surrendered
only
like the parting of thighs
  there is power in surrender

now i am open to anything

and my eyes
        flowers
           unfold
to the sun