|Don't capture that moment that shows my heart exposed,
that begs me to bounce like light across your easy skin,
to admit that I have blurred the image and cannot jump deep into the camera's lens.
We can't record this moment when we are one.
No film can absorb these shades of gray.
No exposure exists to suspend the moments where only We exist.
So please don't fuss with snapshots and captions just yet.
You know I trust you darling to keep our Kodachrome secret,
the whispering record in our memory is ours still to capture and cuddle upon.
Yet, this alter universe, which we suckle like a hungry child,
is a tit that won't run dry, as long as we nurse it.
But we must not demand too much.
Our finger hovers above the button we long to touch... wary of the white flash reflecting the hot lies we develop in that dark room of indulgence.
The room we deserve and obsess over..the room that beats on our skulls in the darkness of our separate beds.
I hear someone say smile, and I jump to pull you square into me. Still I must invite others to join our pose...You see, the frame hangs empty on a wall that waits for us to build it.
The camera is said to show all, to not play favorites, to capture our hungry flaws.
That is why my dearest lover, when the blinding flash hits our eyes.... we pull others into the frame .. we cannot yet smile and say "cheese."