After losing contact lenses at a friend's party

Without eyes (the clear and clinging
half-spheres that move things into focus)
you are barely distinguishable from the sidewalk.
Buildings and cars are impressionist dabs
on a black velvet canvas.

Without eyes, colours intensify,
freed from detail, and you are a smear
of blue light between indistinct pinwheels
of red and white taillights.
The next morning
your hands are pigeons that flutter
above my blue T-shirt sky