subliminal

i took my eyes off you, in a moment of distraction, just for a fraction of a second and a whole new view opened up in front of me.

unexpected, yet, well familiar.

the things you say, the strings you pull, 

so skillfully...

chameleon.


your tongue isn't forked

and your fangs don't seem that sharp...
you don't seem to be a venomous creature, yet... some venom you can inject!
what a perfect smile to use as distraction... you really could be on top of the food chain.
your heart is soft, but you save roughness for later. and "later" could be any moment; do you even know yourself?


i've seen into your heart. it's written all over your face; it's on your looks, it's in your every gesture; it's in the tone of your voice; it's when your eyes disagree with your mouth.
fascinating, how your tongue can catch your eyes, unprepared. surprising how your heart phases out, just a beat before irregular, uncontrolled acceleration. even the movement of your hands, shows an unusual pattern.


i am slowing down... closing to spiritual hibernation.
i am soaring over the clouds; faded colored rainbow, a circle around me. i've been there before. several times.
come to think about it; you've been there too, you must have, i have seen you there.
i will enter your dreamworld, your deepest of dreams. i will see you there. i will watch you there. i will even let you see me. in spirit, you will remember me. i will touch you. tomorrow, you won't be aware you woke up from a dream, you won't even remember you've just had a dream.
i hate it, when it comes to this. i don't even know why i do it. i keep doing it. maybe, maybe, maybe i won't remember either. but i am not afraid; i know myself. i hate it when out of the blue, completely unexpected, you experience that "flashy deja-vu"... weird feeling... - it's like projecting that into the future, or was it "dragging the future" to that sleepy night's deep-sub-conscience dreams? although i've promised to myself not to intrude into those territories again; i know you will like it; you've liked it before. aahh... i wish you kept track of this, just like i did. ahhh, the future, the ashes to pass.
we saw it... chose to forget; so sadly. - yet, i have been able to bring back with me, to you, several - although short - episodes of it.
logic dictates to you that this is not possible... that i am stuttering, or something else; but how come you believe it; how come you know it to be the undeniable truth?
i remember now. it happened tomorrow.
lit a candle and was holding a red carnation in my hand. i don't know what that means yet. i only know you liked it and it made you smile. you were knee-deep into the cloud. i crossed my legs and sat in front of you. i asked you do the same. i showed you things. i can't remember them. i am sad. it happened tomorrow, so i will try to remember not to forget them.
anyhow... you know... you won't be that surprised. :)
don't move, for now.