The end of the visible spectrum captured in violet glasses,
martinis brimming with vanished evenings
in which love and dreams were mixed ideally.
The vodka’s arctic lake rimmed with ice
overflows the horizon as it reaches my lips
and a wondrously warm wave breaks through me
burning with possibilities to be savored and experienced.
If I dare to feel how instruments we’ve created perceive,
I deliberately sip from Astrophysics’ violet martini –
The earth is a fat green olive with a red core floating in space pinned by gravity to the sun stirring it around and around
as we laugh and talk, drink and kiss, believing
atmospheres reflections of our shining irises
as in our pupils the universe forever expands and learns.