Surrender!

          
He has seen many springs in his life,
Years have left marks on his face:
Each wrinkle is a story.
His hair is gray, and he limps when he walks,
But he likes to challenge.
He laughs at his life, he laughs at himself,
He laughs at what he has done and what he hasn't.
He doesn't care.

His hair is gray, and he limps when he walks,
But he keeps his head high on straight shoulders.
And his eyes look amused-
As if they know the darkest corners of my thought-
The ones, I don't dare to discover.
The eyes, that order me: surrender, surrender!

His hair is gray, and he limps when he walks.
But his body radiates that kind of a strength,
Which envelopes me soft and tight-
Like a cloud, like a chain,
Depriving of breath, depriving of thought,
Except the one: surrender, surrender!

He talks and he moves, he doesn't do anything special.
But his strength goes deeper:
It slides under my clothes just like a snake.
I am caught out of my guard,
I don't have time to prepare.
And it sets my body on fire: surrender, surrender!

His eyes are laughing-
They know, what I know: surrender, surrender!
Surrender? Never! How dare you?!
My mind is empty, I cannot resist
This kind of a strength never seen in my life.
His hair is gray, and he limps when he walks,
He has seen many springs in his life,
Years have left marks on his face-
Each wrinkle is a story.
What do I care? His strength-
The one , that was born not to ask, but to order:
Surrender, surrender!

October 08, 2016, walking in twilight.