It suffices to let go

For a mere moment

For the rain to wet you

For the kiss to melt you

For the dog to lick you

For the color to smear unexpected,

A mere moment for the look of the stranger to reveal you,

For the eye to linger

For something to open luminescent,

A mere second

To stop and let the question recede

The moment intercede

For the present to be

For the fear to go

For the shame to resolve

For the doubt to dissolve

To touch the hand

To feel the skin

The warm tongue

The cool drops

The wet clothes

Clinging and nude

For joy to surge

For life to be

What it is.

Surrender.