if i held a shaky cam
one that looks like me
and staggers and wavers
focuses on where i
would point my eye
i would shake in your direction
i would capture you roiling over
direct from slumber and smiling
blinking at me as you
awake from deep sleep
and smiling
then at night in my bed
slapping the expensive camera
and dark
then bare light
you staring away
and dark
and then in tears
i didnt know that it was possible
to shave legs with such imbalance
and eyes
and tears
and anger
dance
play
cry
pose
if you dont smoke on your back
become desperate
***** upon the place
that you made me love you
my portrait wont be complete

i love you
be still