A Man Taking Photographs of His Lover in the Morning

A Man Taking Photographs of His Lover in the Morning

Feasting

A frost-bitten window illuminates from behind;

eyelashes lined with sleep

and a half-eaten peach in one hand

Leg slung across gingham tablecloth,

coffee steaming in blue ceramic.

The shutter clicks.

 

Washing

Through the shower screen

a tan shoulder,

the curve of her thigh.

A flash of flesh visible

through wet haze.

The shutter clicks.

 

Dressing

Sunlight seeps through pink chiffon

suspended overhead.

She stands like this,

shoulder blades bared in a field of scattered shoes,

beige sweater dripping off the shelves.

The shutter clicks

 

Leaving

A smile in the doorway,

hand held up to shield the lens.

Visible between fingertips,

a section of forehead –

three little wrinkles above a brow bone.

White paint peels from the doorframe.

The shutter clicks.

 

You can also find this poem onΒ Rookie

 

 

 

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