b&w

I like when the scent

of aftershave

fills out my nostrils

I like when cold fingers

stroke

my ribs my face

when sometimes

without any warning

my hair is being

tucked behind my ear

with determination I forget

faces

to which belong

these scents

these fingers

these gestures

I forget

the eye colour

the height

and the way they laughed

what is left is just

an out-of-focus

black and white film

populated with

anonymous actors