Forward to Forget
Memorize the angles of your face
And tape record the way you say my name
Relate the way you smell and taste
To tangibles no absence can erase

Forget about the words you’ve said and meant
As words mean very little in the end
These memories made fresh I will defend
And I promise that I won’t forget again

With feral fingers I will trace
And render all your features in their place
And pray that in the fruits have dogged faith
There’s something fatal fate cannot outpace

The shallow rise and fall behind your chest
A vacancy that lingers like a debt
Collapsing in the cadence of your breath
A lifetime looking forward to forget

Were I to exploit these memories
(e.g. the space that’s just above your knees)
(i.e. indulge some vulgar need)
I’d hope that you’d forgive me