ego

every day, an hour before sleep is due
ego deserts me. and i am left lying on the bed
curled up
with unsure thumbs and fingers
twiddling with the cellphone.

the day after,
ego wakes up
with cocky erasure
of memory of ever having felt needy.

ego! you beast!
you deserter!
stay true or let alone.
what good is an undulating pride.
what good is an undulating faith.

breathe

i am the little air particles
jostling, fighting to be breathed in
by you.

breathe in,

silence
every cell of my body
taught with anticipation.
darkness and questions
groping for the past to bludgeon open the future.

breathe out,

sight of your smile
bellows me upwards in bliss.
i dance and i sing
and i land gently on your skin.
caressed
flooded with love
we are blind to time
finding eternity of bliss in a moment.

for a moment to dissolve into another
for the life on a roll forever
i am the little air particles.