surrender darling surrender

My sweet girl, you who have the gift of curiosity and charm, lead the way to the beautiful things that the world has to give and I’ll wrap your head if memories become too heavy. You look like an angel but your eyes are on fire and I’ve heard you travelled East. Now your white dress is dirty because of all the kisses you gave along the road. You whisper to me: another please, pointing to the dry cigarettes long ago forgotten and only now, taken out of the depths of memory, of the bed stand that I kept locked. You never smoked. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me, I think too furiously. Your arms stretch as if they were to stop me and I hear your screams of pain. Your teeth is showing and your mouth is wide open and I see the tears falling like a waterfall that was never born. Come here, sweet darling. Rest on my chest. All the men that got to touch you are nothing else than flesh. Nothing else than flesh…

I wonder how you still carry the way through the gardens of Eden, leading to the holy fountain, and how God has let you stay there because she understands. Surrender! Surrender! I hear her say from the golden skies. Your eyes turn upward, and you say the soil is waiting for you. Don’t go, sweet girl. Your mind is a castle and your eyes knives. You have come to this world resembling the rush of blood that floods the head and subsides fast. Like the ocean who keeps humming and the waves who keep crashing and returning and crashing and returning. That’s what you do, you know? You crash and burn and tear it all down but you are hungry for a home. You crave to be alone but you sit on the lap of any man willing to give you a lesser form of love.

Surrender. Surrender now.