Possessed on the cobbled streets 

Nightly trips not shrooming

Having indulged Oaxaca’s delights

Then squeezed through the string

And transported to the surreal

Unbounded, without mercy

Inducing hallucinogenic cuddled giggling.

The fabric of time woven short 

To its essence in zero meaning

In that was this psychedelic tomato plate

With an underbelly of sweet red paste

Her finger birthing the agave

Accented by its green leaf.

With the contented smile 

Her necklace 

Emulating the colors on her plate, 

Pondering the gender of its creator

An unplanned riddle unfolds

For five minutes of nibbling 

As full payment, independent of win.

Later, peering far into this cactus garden

I capture her - framed square 

In the museum

And in return, she responds

With a frame within a frame.

“Okay, enough, I am done”, I say

Leaving her reflecting: The nibble.