'Come Hither'
called desire in a cunning like way
as it swoons to conspire
in a delicate way.
*
Intermediate responses
carelessly bought
reality lingers
while emotions are caught.
*
"Who is talking inside me"
Is it truth?
Is it Lie?
"Who is doing the bargaining"
Is it Me?
Is it I?
*
I precariously smile
not speaking a word
hoping my breath
is not seen and unheard.
*
And I can't remember
when the dream did behave
since lately the world
is something I crave.
***
The inner tides coming
drawing out of the coast
"LET ME BE! LET ME BE"
"UNTANGLE MY GHOST"
*
I stood here struggling
A BLEEDING SIGN POST
but now all untangled
AWAKENS MY GHOST!!!!
*
Then underneath all
the motion of mind
sweeps an innocence
pure and sweetly divine.
*
I hear an echo
in the back of my mind:
"Be the breath that moves in"
"Be the breath that moves out"
'it's so simple, too simple
you mean I don't have to shout?' 
*
Desire dissapated into the breath
giving a sigh
as it breathed itself into death.
*
But death does not lie there
it raises above
turning something that was
into absolute
Love!



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