Lights Off

A click, a twist, a pop Bubbles rise to the top Like balloons With severed strings Being released into the sky. Lips To the edge As if stepping To the edge of a cliff But not jumping Yet. Cool, sweet, thick Sitting on the palette Like water in a lake Then running down your throat Like a creek. Bright eyes. So many words and teeth Sentences arriving with smiles. So many hands Warmth arriving with touch. As the level of the bottle Gets lower The smiles grow. Tingling. Bright eyes Become cloudy As the sun disappears But the warmth That should go away Only gets hotter. The level Of the sweet liquid Should be low now, Right? It keeps getting higher. Suppose I should keep going. Excuse me, sir The cliff isn’t high enough. Can I get a staircase? There is another one In the fridge I think. Tripping Up the stairs Stepping To the edge Swaying In the wind Where Did all the water go? The ocean was full Just a bit ago Where Is the sun? The warmth was there Just a moment ago Maybe I’ll just sit down For a moment. Lie down For a moment. Did somebody turn the lights off?