Thoughts on craving things we do not need. |
You lay back and smile captured through camera lens in black and white perfection. Was the grinning face real, or just an image projected, ready to be erased from film and from our memories. In the microseconds of the camera aperture eye's blink I saw more sadness than the glee I expected. "A little left, that leg higher, turn toward the camera." "Click. Click. Click." "There, hold that pose." We shared dreams of everything, mind pictures of beaches, suns and warm rains far away while we fought winter here. We shared thoughts and visions of everything but love, but it was all a thin cover through which lust peeked. As you laid back and relaxed after two glasses of red wine, we pretended pictures would be art and keepsakes. The camera captured deeds, misdeeds, and faked smiles. I saw your discomfort as we race through snapshots. Somewhere between clicking and peering at nude perfection modesty and reason set in. We were close to crossing a line. Gone was the fun and enjoyment of simple friendship and photography, and I turned away in shame before temptation ruined me. Pearls and heels lay on the floor. Gone was my smile and the illusion that this craving wouldn't lead to my soul's rejection. You lay back and smile captured through camera lens in black and white perfection. |