The poem reads like a comic confession. The speaker describes a night of wild, blinded passion: creatures tearing down pillars, an entire colonnade, as if lovemaking were a kind of demolition. The grand, almost mythic image of toppling a classical building makes the scene feel huge and reckless, and a little ridiculous at the same time.
The title adds the joke. "Where Are My Glasses" is the plain, groggy question of someone who has just woken up, and it fits the idea of being "blinded" in a double sense: by desire, and by simply not being able to see without them. The last lines, "and next morning / also," land like a shrug and a grin. The energy didn't stop when the night did. The mood is playful and affectionate, with a touch of pride in the mess. Big emotion is set beside small domestic detail, and the speaker seems happily dazed, not sorry at all.