...before I stood here
...before grace was a verb
...and the heart had habits, not entirely its own
before anything had been written down...
before the brain became a household...
before trees were carved out (into canoes)
and birds flew south (for winter)
before before:
the archery of your butter
cast its milky spin:
claws collapsed into fingers
rain was still dreaming in heaven
fibers were brewed into one still mass
all collected for you
like a love letter floating in the year of our birth
the swallow rendered the hen
the ice; steam
the surrender became a game
I dragged you into
so I could learn
to give up
all that had come before
and after
YOU
surrender
SURRENDER
Surrender
I work so hard
to learn to love
and yet
Love
is so easy
my quest for you, a constant crow
"let go of working so hard"
"let go of learning"
What is left?
Love
I love you
Your Beloved
I love you Too
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