Don't know where this came from (in terms of inspiration), but rereading it, I like it.
Green and White
I dream of a green room
where all is painted white;
of rivers in wheels that roll
like a wisdom of wild-cast weeds.I swim to the surface
of bubble-white air.
And inhale the green scent
of milk-fresh peonies.Where are you, the one
I have never loved?
Never have I dallied
in your langorous embraces,Never smelled the green apple smell
of your pearl-white hair.
