Surrender, Love, to the press of my palm
And steer your heart to the course of the sun
That warms our journey and keeps the breeze calm,
And brightens this summer which we’ve begun.
Surrender, Love, to the whisper of lips,
And tilt now your head to lend me an ear.
And, then, with your lips, receive my soft kiss,
And let the strength of my arms draw you near.
Surrender, my Love, to this simple song
And let these words fulfill your fantasies;
For close to my side is where you belong
Lifting my heart and creating my dreams.
Surrender, Love, to the print of my pen,
And love me over and over again.
-Dakin (Winter 1991-’92)
