AN INTERLUDE OF RANDOM MEMORIES

I dreamt,

I dreamt of Images that moved so fast that I could only see a few…

But the few were (somewhat) of you. And of conversations. And moving light

On faces and faces framed. And of Chinese things.

Of rooms white, with

(white)

Floors. And of books, stained sentences with stained teeth.

(what stained them?)

(no one knows).

I dreamt  (somewhat) of my truth, of white (white) skin. Of your smell, and of your neck.

And I know this sounds silly, but I dreamt of (my) truth.

(you).