This is another poem I received from this poet in early October. Jason is the author of "When Guilt Calls" posted earlier this month. - poetheart 10/22/0
If I take your picture, flick the little lever,
no, don't go because something flashed across
your eyes that wasn't yours? It is, it can only illuminate
these features of yours I stare at like a mute
and can't find my own pictures for,
your eyes a deeper, more luxurious blue
than this photographer can relate to. Your hair dark and sensual
as a midnight fire between intimate lovers
has nothing I can lift up my fingers to smooth over as they say,
to braid with rich, loving strokes,
or to politely respect and leave alone--
as you leave the illusion strikes me now.
by Jason Visconti