last night, your face meeting mine from across an ocean
did i drink absinthe?
did moon fall from space creating a swirling rainbow in earth’s night sky,
faded colors against a bright black starry tapestry?
were there green and purple butterfly wings trapped inside my eyelids?
was i floating in a smile, not mine?
did i wear ice skates and skate on a thin placid sheet in a nebula?
and did i, by command of cosmos, continue falling slowly into your quantum?
Wicked Sarcastic 