I like photographs.
But still trapped in my camera -
silent, passionate, duplicating
romance
roll by roll like some lusty cat
smiling
through her whiskers, prying on my
mysteries.
Mysteries – they are simple if I let
you have
my eyes but then nothing’s that
simple.
1 comment:
We'll relive a past life, let us peer through the photographs. Who knows, a fresh perspective might change things?
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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