Surrender - a poem become an incantation

“I surrender to you, Love” 
I have to say it out loud
It is not easy to do but I do
“I surrender to you, Love”
Over and over and over
“I surrender to you, Love”
I understand this is a mantra

breathing in, breathing out

I feel resistance as I speak it
My skin insisting that I am
A separate, physical thing
“I surrender to you, Love”
And I begin to remember
“I surrender to you, Love”
My skin begins to surrender

breathing in, breathing out

As I speak this out loud now
“I surrender to you, Love”
I see an army assembled
Too many to possibly count
An army all dressed in white
At the head of the assembly
The King all dressed in white
White flags hang from staffs

breathing in, breathing out

“I surrender to you, Love”
Says the King, kneeling down
He offers up the sword to Love
Across the palm of his hands
And as he lays his sword to rest
Upon these fields of battle
Finally down on its quiet side
All the soldiers do so at once
The King, an army head bowed

breathing in, breathing out

An army on their knees now
In full surrender to you , Love
A bright sun glances off the blades
Illumining hard yet reverent faces
The King sheds one single tear
Glistening in the noon day sun
This skin of mine acquiesces
As all resistance comes to ease
Surrendering to you, Love

breathing in, breathing out