Arched curled body washes ashore. br Lost my head in lover’s bed or seashore. br Take care of that head: br Rub it br Right it br Swell it. br Howling and swimming br the aquatic plane br moving hands br kicking feet, yet br no metamorphosis. br Girl you’re crazy as hell, his br mistress instead of his farewell br and miles and miles of non- br direction and miss-steps. br River, tide, runs, breaking br up on shore. br Strong-arms beat br down door, br pots and pans winged…. br all went quiet, br voices muffle br on the floor br breathing br swooning br cradled br In his br arms... br like br wave br on br wave br drowning br in br Milky br Waves. br br By br br Almedia Knight-Oliver br Oct,17,2011 br A warm thanks to my,13 years old, grand daughter Ilana Sabio, poetwriterartist for permitting me to use the title of one of her poems: “Run, Tide, Run” This poem flowed from a stream of consciousness.