Remember Me?

Remember me. I was the boy
who exploded with the diamond
river of sweat between my shoulder-blades
and the cords of my neck

on New Year’s Eve when the strobe
took me and you watched my back
all night: hard and dented
like the metalwork of a beaten car.

You sucked on frosted vodka and orange
and I was exceptional!
Lean meat, skinned and marbled with fat
supple as whiplash and glittering

like windscreen glass
as gay as the rainbow swirl
of petrol being washed into the
gutter by the rain on my broken face.