Mindgames

What appeared to be a swallowtail butterfly,
Sitting on your cheek,
Paper-thin wings,
Antennae, electric –
Was actually
You later said,
A brand-new ray of light.

And the lady on the high rise,

Bent over a railing,
Her well-behaved curls,
Wispy, chatty –
I had mistaken for, apparently,
A wedge of lemon.