Giving In

From across the room he raced at me
I braced for the impact
He hit me square in the chest
and knocked me back
He grabbed my arm and pulled
I twisted and turned
I tried to get away, but not too hard
I tried to escape - barely
I was wrestling with an angel
on my living room floor
I could sense that my shoulders
were close to the rug
In my head I could hear the count
one, two, but not quite three
And then it came to me clearly:
I could let the angel win
All of my surrender will now be open
for vast interpretation