She glides toward

and my ego

sloughs,

a dripping slug down my thigh

and pools,

amoebic at my feet

 

She glides by

salty heels piercing

breaking the surface

sloshing through my puddled soul

and almost slips like Freud

from my pedestal

 

She sways through

hypnotizing

like watching the ocean

a metronome of silken hair

with my ego trailing awkwardly

from her heels

 

She speaks

the crowds sways

spellbound

voice like honey

reverberating every cell separately

in perfect harmony

in perfect rhythm

 

She is done

it is done

people mingling and

I turn

and she is there

in front of me

my mouth opens and is silent

 

She smiles and turns away

I panic and –

‘Excuse me, could I have my ego back?”

 

Her perfect smile interrupted

by my insecurity

and after a four hundred year second

her smile returns

and she restores             what was mine          what was me.