Capture My Imagination: Space Face

"Press your space face close to mine love..." I imagine it as a lovely round cheek covered in iridescent glitter. Fleshy but soft like a dolphin. Obsessed with this song, I learned the loft I was staying at in NY was in David Bowies neighborhood. He hung out a the bar down the street. I would go out at night walking slowly by the bar, convinced if I should see him I would walk in, sit next to him at the counter, order a Tom Collins, and gently press the fleshiest part of my face against his. Urban dolphins gently kissing in the dark sea.