As I swallowed,
The Green Fairy sunk its teeth in:
the biting aftertaste of absinthe
stung my tongue.
Thoughts, or feelings,
I can't decipher which;
manifested into vision. You appeared here,
in front of me.
Spoiled with hallucinations of
tangible protoplasmic beings: spirits
swam through my imagination.
Another sip of champagne,
the bubbles turned to intoxicating
freckles that sparkled behind my closed eyes;
a familiar face that haunts my dreams.
Ice stunned my lips
quickly, I caught my breath.
The piercing chill mimicked a pair of eyes
that have paired with mine for lifetimes.
Feeling lost, I found out
celebrating with strangers
allows for affection
appreciated in distant perfection.
c.marie
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