Capture it some, and then some more.
embrace it all. The stars stolen
from constellations sprinkling
across your skin, the grass blades
brushing against it. Ivory fingertips against
surfaces too rigid to rest upon.
frame-tied feelings in which I am too
tepid for you to drink, so I keep them.
This little booklet bonded together by
sparkling scotch tape and promises I keep.
the frame-tied feelings build a home there.
These frame-tied feelings are more than just
skin deep. Photographers are much less
shallow than the shadows of a blue-eyed,
sun-haired girl hidden in daisy meadows.
They feel the things they capture, and
experience the things they see.