Forget

I will ask you
to forget
Remember not
Sweep away to un-reached times
The little millions of seductive
Lips upon your sensitive neck.
Bury the lingers
Of the morning afters
In boxes within caskets
Dig intimately into the soil of no return
And with no hope of
Springing the joy of anniversaries
Toss the holds of our hands,
The mingles of our uncertainties
The future in our eyes
Into earth’s intrusion
Where little creatures of the soil
Will feast upon the once fleshy us.