The pressure of
his hand
Anxiously
uncertain
The sinewy
sensuousness
Of quadriceps rising
To kneel in
Supplication or
adoration
Ambiguously unknown
The warm
toxicity
Of breath
Eyes searching
The boundaries
Of the face,
For some tenuous
flare
Of recognition
Time eclipsed
In the masked
ball
of reversed
reality
Where nakedness
is
Revealed but
not
The intimacy of
Our name
Moments,
Fragments
Of time hunted
With Erotic intensity
The weight of
bodies
Then elided from
the day
Held in memory
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