I have an image of your body in my mind
it is very hard to forget
probably impossible
and I have a memory on my lips
of your lips

but it does not feel like it was me
it is as though another man was witness,
culprit,
lover

Whenever I have touched you,
or any other woman,
it was never real

the moment dies within itself
upon itself
and I record all for later post-mortem

This is not living
this is observation

Welcome to my observation