Moments

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