Surrender
Pin me down in the peat bog, by sisterhood condemned,
The serpent guides you recklessly, to a promised hidden gem.
Give me pain you think I need, I surrender to your whim
Let me see your loving smile, both bountiful and grim
Your appetite's insatiable, you sleep like a little child.
When Adam ate your offered fruit, you sat with him awhile.
Your sovereignty man can't dispute, your courage like a lion's.
If anger be response to this, then lock me up in irons.
The witchcraft of your menstruum, subjectively perceived
Suggestible to man's ideas, or alien force reweaved.
You look at man's proud principle, and laugh at his attempt
To analyse and categ'rise, you treat him with contempt.
But hark once more, for without form, your fire rages wild.
Untrained, your sensual urges strive to find love reconciled.
But reconciled they'll never be, 'til principle's received
By words of peace, from rage released, their forces be relieved.
John Bailey
11th March 2018
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