Intoxication, Illusion, and the Wolf

To look upon her
a prince would long,
a wolf would hunger.

In those two eyes
intoxication dwelt,
and illusion too.

I never thought
what it was I wanted.
I never grasped
what I did not want.

So she
drowned me in rapture,
lost me in enchantment,
swallowed me whole
in the guise of a hero,
and showed me plain:
the blind can never be lovers;
the blind remain blind, and only blind.