dreaming

we're not in love
we share no stories
just something in your eyes

the shadows know me
fall into the dark side

we don't need the light

i see it, let's feel it
while we're still young and fearless

beneath the sky
as black as diamonds
we're running out of time

don't wait for truth
to come and blind us
let's just believe their lies

no secrets worth keeping
so fool me like I'm dreaming

a simple name, miles away.
brief, gentle flutters.

a month, in a moment.

hypothesis: day 13

a small project
a four-month hypothesis

none, or none.
december twenty eighth.

today the beast grew a little, just a little.

a rather adorable creature still,
(at the moment).

grey eyes.
this little creature has clear, grey eyes.

it would appear this little creature
is brimming a little too.

understandably,

who wouldn't love a little escape -
especially a sanctioned one.

next hypothesis forecast: probably two months later.

chambre de chassé

feed the beast,
it grows.

too easy,
to lose.

thoughts,
they wander.

(my) reflection,
your eyes.

your reticence,
matches mine.

never lingered,
perilous.

strangely attractive -
such mysterious aloofness.

wrapping my head round
this gentle leap,

this unavailing skip
of my own heart beat.

a little more gauche,
a less redolent sonata,

and desire,
the sooner siphoned.

yet, the hardest logic remains.
a third entity to pique my interest -

seriously, genes?
compromised, much?

good thing,
nothing could come out of this.

perhaps then i could afford to be a little more indulgent,
and feed this little beast of mine a little more,

just so i can continue to be amused (at myself, mostly).
after all, there's simply no way i can lose in this.

this fish that dreamt a world away,
surely has no qualms in her most recent imagining.