Though standing behind the picture books, I saw you
that October night with a ghoulish moon,
a glimpse of who as the glass doors opened
of a voluptuous figure passing through?

The snippet of an online photo couldn't say.
Like a scratched-off lottery ticket,
the wasted unmatching don't pay.

Where did my rising hope dock from?
Or you, another narcotic chemistry?
The awkward moment wafted away
when the lips fit a stellar time

your eyes outshone the need for deducing
setting an old salt sailor at ease
to tease.