Photograph

Gurl.

I have many photographs of you

Rooted in my mind

Considering the short

Time that I’ve known you.

They are all

Important

In one way or another.

Yet

I languish

The straightforward picture

Of you

Sleeping in bed

Beside me.

Toned smooth body

Coming into view

Barely

From under warm blankets

And covers.

Your hair

Falling

Atop the

Little bit of alabaster skin

Visible.

Winter

Wolf down

Moonlight

Surges

With power

From above

Amidst

Violent snow

That does not

Even touch us.

But the moon’s gleam

Does

So boldly

This night.

And you do not even

Know that I am looking

At you

Now

Focused

Such as through the lense

Of a camera

Intently.

“Click”.

And you sleep on.