I forget not the timbre of your voice
soft at first
then raised, spiraling around my words
only higher, still
to return
as mist and sighs
I forget not the first glimpse,
deceptively unblemished skin
hiding the promise
of sweetness
I forget not the way you look
supine, or sublime
angered indifference
at war
with beggared desire
No, I forget many things.
But you are not one of them.