am i a wind break

when she teases me
with a twinkle in her eyes
i dont know
if it is time to dissolve
or hold on
so i just freze
and let the breeze pass
lest she thinks
i am a wind break

but then it is not clear
if the arms spread around
me can hold
all the fire inside
and will she remain unharmed

i then shrink into a vapur
mixed with the hot air
escape through ventilators of a dark room
into a red sky outside
my coffin is already
floating among the clouds
where i have to be buried
decompose and then
to let manure shower as a rain of love
over a deserted patch
where i tried to plant a garden once

now, when i am gone
the unfinished task will need to be completed
will you
spread my ashes or manure as the case may be
over all the parched plots
where some souls sowed
dreams of a creative future

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