Nail Polish

Nail polish bottles
One has tipped
Fallen
Dripped upon the table
My glass perspires
Drops cling and fall
To pool about the bottom
Threatening to slide
And wet the pages of my book
Still turned upside down
To hold the last page I read
But I can’t see it
This small mess I've made
Instead I stare out the window
Past the moon
Past the stars
And into your eyes
As I hold you within my minds sight
The smiling eyes
And laughing mouth
And everything I want
Transfixed by my own imagination
As the nail polish drips