And I unwind in myself to release the me,

hidden amongst the layers of dust

miles deep,

buried.

The layers of doubts created over eons

rusting wuthout interference

till its cover is removed,

slowly.

what comes out is not surprising,

nor extreme but rather pitiful,

in its looks,

suffering.

Years of negation wiped away,

with a second’s touch and tear,

on the skin,

relieved.

The naked child slips out and sways,

unaccustomed to the sunshine and the hail,

dancing uncontrollably,

it stops.

freezes and stares, quivers and shivers,

clutching itself to itself, protective of

its luxury of need,

mindful.

Golden rays play havoc on the

untouched skin warming the blood,

the twitching of fingers,

the unfocussed eyes.

I embrace the little escapee

who dared to come out of its jail,

welcome to the world,

I say.

We hold our hands, our fingers touch,

our noses meet, bodies merge

the boundaries disappear,

2 becomes 1.

And so we dance, together,

and separate, our minds and thoughts,

ever moving and changing,

in harmony.