Sweet surrender

I hold your head.
I open my doors,
For soul’s eyes to look within;
A creative embrace,
An empty space
To paint in colors of love.

I frame your face.
A chance to delve
Inside where outside cannot go.
A time to know
A moment’s glow,
Where sense has no dominion.

I caress your hair,
Feather a dream
To skylark soar above routine.
The stains of life
Caress the knife
That cuts the bonds of doubt.

I ask you now
To give your all
And spill the careful cup of years.
Release to me
The secret key
To open the door on your heart.