Moon dust

We smashed the moon!
she exclaimed.
 As the sun rose 
and was just cresting in front of us  on the lake. 
I can't remember the previous night but bits and flashes.  
But I can smell sex on my lips 
and fingers.
There was an empty bottle 
Of Malibu rum next to me
And I knew. There will be pain. 
I drove her home 
There was niceties 
Exchanged
And a kiss
Still
The night escapes me. 
At home I emptied 
My pockets
only to find
Silver 
sandy
Moon dust.