Her eyes blinded me

Her eyes blinded my reason

And I forgot she was not mine

(No rules in love at first sight)

Pale and round the moon on my window

She, like a guitar abandoned on my bed

Urged me to play a song

In her hand, a complicit glass

Her red lips framed the wine

And gulped down the courage from my eyes

She was not mine, and I was a coward

(Love at first sight, is so imperfect)

I felt remorseful for taking what was not mine

Yet, my cowardice sank into the wine

I gathered strength to ask her for directions

She grabbed my hand

(In doubt, tact is defenceless)

She set the timing

(Passion has prevalence when in doubt)

And sip by sip, she and I drank from our skin

And I learned that a heart in love is but a thirsty wolf

(And reason? Ah, reason is nothing but a pedantic lamb)

Her moans muted my ears

Ripped off my fears

And her urge tore off my shirt

Ten knives pierced my back

And I lived the life that must be lived, yet briefly

The sun rose to remind us that love at first sight

Is a goodbye that breaks from daylight

And so, we held together in a desperate embrace

As castaway sailors hug the wood that keeps them afloat

Not to sink into the depth of our dream

And the night, like a tattoo carved in the dregs

Remained there at the bottom of the glass

And on my window, the moon

A pale round stain stamped on my curtain.