Surrender

I dream your almost-human hands
are replaced by small white birds

and then the sky
holds them easily aloft
inside the universe of me

within my space
where wide portals appear
and open

The birds alight, take flight, return again
in pulsing circles
rising, falling, calling

Your blood-song ancient
swirls along electric pathways
inside my very center

and I can only,
softly shaped,
succumb.