A photograph

I am lonely in my portrait.
For I am exposed to the light of a dim god.

Her light illuminates my darkness; The cracks and the creases left by disappointment and regret.

his shutter silent, like that of the distant tide at the moment it receeds.

In my moment of capture
Nothing is heard;
ears and heart listen for the movement of her waving tongue,
nothing but pushing fingers and me waiting to be disclosed
So my heart loudly beats and mind deliberately defers
To the sound of a whispering god.

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Poem and photograph above by the illustrious Jeramy Mohler.

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