Simple Surrender

Speak to me beloved, speak in the voices of angels, that man too can comprehend

Speak to me in languages of old, long gone past, like years spent amidst our warm Embracing grasp, resting head upon the other’s head

Encompassing love, filling oceans, upon worlds, 

Turning the tides, head to tow, ebb and flow

We are two souls, set adrift, lost in love's bounty

Forever, names lost, never spoken or told

For we are each others name, calling us, always home

To the other's warm embrace, with the seas we roam

Or the sea salt upon the wind

Carried from beach to land, filling lovers, no breath we withhold

We are the sea and the wind; we are the beating chests, thumping

Vibrating to the bone

In tune and on key, like volumes of musical scores

Composed by the greatest seas, of orchestra's composition we are known

Yet idle like the listless bee we work, but make love, like the honey upon the comb

Our Surrender is but a gift, and talent of divine

Graciously allowing the love to seep into the rifts of spine

Surrender is the greatest gifts, undying love it rekindles and is kind

Makes the hearts of mortals melt, and even compels the worshipper upon the shrine

To make the beloved his own, or to his restless maiden, it stills time

For what greater gift is to the take

Then all the love that's rightfully bestowed upon the mind

The gift, the thoughts of the beloveds scent

As we entangled through the hilltop, we roll, and wind

Upon the flowers bed, petals and pollen spreading fine

Recapitulating divinities grace, pistol to stamen, soul to mind

Body to spirit, sight to eye, your touch soft, like feather kisses, placed, my hands upholding all that is our kind

The weight that both bared Adam and Eve, first creation, this we find

Amidst the fields of endless grace, gracing bodies, blessings, as the feast of each other’s bodies we do dine, like wine

Poured from the spout of fountains world

We drink and drunkenness signs, that we are fixed to each other's weight, the scale, is offset by our love sublime.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©