Did you cut yourself reaching out for me?

And did I cut myself reaching in for you?

Now we know that poets don’t lie

Lovers really do bleed.

And then you said –

“But what about your surrender?”

My surrender?

It was in my every word to you

My surrender was my every thought of you.

Lover Lover Lover 

I could not have loved liked that for anyone but you.

Lover, that was my surrender.

One Kindred Spirit