Wednesday, November 2, 2011
568/Imagining water
I dreamt about you last night
I was at camp
With strangers
In a room full of pianos
Oskar Eustis was teaching us how to play piano by instinct
Without learning the notes
I was pretty good at it
Then I had a class called 'Imagining water'
And I floated in the air for a while
I was pretty good at it too
Then you showed up
With your french backpack
And your gold hair
And the hills around us blushed so green
I had not noticed them before
You let me lift your shirt a little
And kiss your stomach
And it was warm and soft like perfect bread
And it made me hungry
And even in dream
I felt that quiet buzz of rightness
That happens when you're around
-

Johnston Lim 
