i scavenge memory
for how to forget
where it is buried
in this mute blood

slow bob of adam's
apple along a tan neck
& his pint empties into
an experienced channel

my unexpected fingertips
accompany flinch reflex
in that broad pectoral
like a tail flick on some
wet stallion's satin flank

& if i lose it in these
all our other moments
could his glint grin
keep caged reverb-
erations of low laughs
or salt sparkles
on blurred rims forever

could i never stagger
out of all my available
skin into a moonless
morning's tenacious dark

or not need a web
of neurons translated
& suddenly sarcophagi