I hold the camera up to my face and snap a picture.
She lays there.
I shoot again. Seizing another moment.
Then move to another angle
A different point of view, tells another story.
And it's mine to interpret through film.

Click,
A few more shots and I'll be satisfied.
Amazing how a photo can speak volumes
You don't have to have been present
To know exactly what was happening

Whirr,
Flash,
Two more proofs, Two more pieces
A sense of infatuation washes over me
I'm completely involved with my subject
And she's doing her part.

Zip, Snap
She's laid out in front of me
Vulnerable to my lens
Absolute beauty captured
By my hand to be displayed

The puddle under her expands, Under my soles
She's still,
Motionless  as two men lift her off the ground,
And place her in a bag.
Given another life through my camera lens.