The burdens I've once held dear
Carry much weight
And now it seems impossible
At least for me to relinquish them from my grasp
But that cannot be the case
Faults and mishaps have been committed
Trials, obstacles, needless competitions
And I shall look back
To acknowledge that circumstances
No matter how big or small
Are as treacherous as they seem
Because, you see, it's the little things
That carry us through the day
And shield us through taxing times and perilous dismay

So at that very moment
That very instance
Time was enclosed
Produced on film
Black and white
From an antique rolleiflex

Obsolete in nature
Yet, oddly charming
And on that very parchment
Time was encapsulated
Stored for reminiscing

This picture is not worth
        a       thousand      words
Only a simple phrase
             that  summed    up
    fractions of a second
      
Time was frozen
To a terrific photograph
From an antique rolleiflex

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new