a breath

air is entering the body with every inhalation
air is coming out with every exhalation
yet you’re no longer the same before that inhalation
you’re no longer the same before that inspiration
so does she or he
they are also no longer the same as before
and now –
to the next breath-in-and-exhale

and so on an so forth
till the end of the days
breathe in and out

and yet, you can’t stop for a moment
to take a breath


memento #13

She sits across–
with the open legs.
Her gaze is on my face
mine,– at her lingerie.

And there is nothing left to mask
and there is nothing left to say.
the time is thick and cold
the train operator is in full control.

I want to run away,
but the train doesn’t stop.
I want to hide,
but He still can hear my thoughts.

And there is her
confronting her urge to conceal
and there is me
challenged by such ordeal.


a banal scene.
a car is standing on the traffic light.

the rain is running down the windshield
leaving blurred spots of the diffracted hue of red
like the screen of the space ship
from some vintage sci-fi movie.

she said, – “I want to touch the stars”.

he took her hand in his
and kissed her fingers.

the traffic light turned green.
the car sped up and left.

the rain kept penetrating night.