You’re walking, sitting or talking
you’re reading, folding or running,
you’re doing something
stop whatever, listen.
I am putting my hand inside you,
there’s a valve that can be turned,
that takes you to another forever time,
that doesn’t have to be right now
Here, everything’s one,
but not really
You’re listening and you’re still you,
you can feel the air of the tree’s flying by,
see the snakes that are happy, and notice
those centipedes are actually caterpillars,
and Eve’s apple is just golden.
When you look up
the stars are bright
figments of your
Suddenly you’re back..
You feel your sweat in a room of heat,
or the warmth of your laptop under your hands
maybe the rummaging in your house of people
you might be on the bus texting on your phone,
or your listening,
you are always listening,
With your touch,
and your heart.
You can feel my hand inside you
as it glistens through your inner being,
slowly sliding through that darkness
First moving your breast aside,
the appealing void of you opens up,
It’s a dark ripple, riveting with soft silver
I’m the forever time that isn’t right now
I’m the forever time when you see the images
of “what could be”, and “what if”
flow slightly over your current reality
I can make them hotter,
I can make them love you,
I can keep you in a moment of happiness
that is only until you let reality become stronger.
Then you’re back to only walking,
sitting or talking,
reading, folding or running,
you’re back to doing something.
Back to the average,
your loveless love
your pessimistic life
I torture you with the opaque reality of what could be.
All you really want to do is look away,
Back to the flying trees, caterpillars and Eve’s golden apple…
Let me be your escape…
from the average day…