when my mind is clearest

when i fill Him up to brim
over until only the stains, dark
blue or green remain, like caves underwater;

or, her touch so near, or here,
warm or cold, but electric still and alive
without memory when I think now
is only a bite of forever - two blinks
and tomorrow, yesterday and you are a memory.

or tomorrow, tracing the stains, filling them
with sounds and colors in my head,
reactions of my flesh,
objective, I say, better, clearer, because truer -
scientific, real.

possibly neither - yesterday, before everything
no fingertips, lips of dreams but a faceless
stranger passing through.