Photographer

Capturing moments

that never even exist
Reality cripples

and still you persist

Light damages the lenses

As truth damages hearts

Not exactly a thing that cleanses

but still a selfless art.

An image is worth a thousand words

but words are useless

just like your toothless lies

that scatter with the flight of birds.

She dances across your eyelids

Just like all the others did

Perhaps they'll return with a glimmer

or slip away as the memories grow dimmer.

At a glance you're beautiful

but you lead to nowhere

do you dare

sitting there

in that dashing sweater
made of wool.

Sweet disposition
if those fingers could stroke your cheek

and linger, so tender and meek

to show you, give you permission

You can have her, but you've got to take her
She'll run away, don't make her.

Beseech her

Reach her

Hold her

Mold her

Into your curves

Into your art

Don't let them

tear her apart.