There's a full moon, a blue moon, shining through
My bedroom window, shining light on this
Random act of self-indulgence that is
Inducing feelings that will not matter
Tomorrow when we both wake up. Thoughts and
Actions will boil down into right or wrong.
I struggle to take hold, to remember,
But I'm lost in intoxication. I'm
Trying to justify why I climb with you
Under those sheets: half-naked, confused, and
In a stupor where I simply forget
Who I am. Then the validity of
The random thoughts spider-webbing through my
Head is lost to me. So I lose myself
With you held up close inside, wondering
If I should or not, while I realize that
Nothing matters if it's already done.