my naked body
captured still.
black and white,
grain and all.
I was young,
and you told me
it was art.
I stood in the light,
against the white
plywood board,
and waited until
the shutter snapped.
Shy and sad,
I felt no fear.
Years go by, and photos
float from finger tip
to finger tip.
Body bare, body all,
my photo still hangs
on your wall.