I recollect distraction just like this:
a business meeting – full aware that soon
my client would remit his deepest kiss,
exchanging evening sex for work at noon.

Receiving now that pricking focused glance,
ingesting food we don’t attend, I see
ourselves through reveries of old romance
new-verified, enacting memory.

A quickened pulse, a wetter palm have I.
To concentrate on normal is a job.
I wander into musing and I sigh
a lot of late. I think I feel a throb
like youth. I come awake and less complex.
I carry current promises of sex.