remember that night
we talked about art
and i painted you
naked — 5 lines
3 colors — a coin cut into parts, and flipped
until  chance left us without any possibility
to speak again.

to speak again
about any possibility of a chance meeting
in the colorless twilight — a tale of two heads
facing a long line
of naked truth
and an unspeakable body of work
in an unremembered night