Hand held, relinquishing its source.
I — more than image — laugher’s captured secret
Yours — caught in frame. Time’s ultimate resource.
In nightfall brushed onto your darkened pallet,
Seduced by skyscapes I am bathed in light —
The huntress carrying with pride her sallet
In patterned choreography for you I’m dight.
The sound of the shutter falling.
In lemon gold, illuminated from within
Antithesis. Desire stalling —
A momentary doubt sketched therein.