Behind the camera,


The lady dances,

Her lenses infringing

Upon the senses.

As each timeless iris

Defines the bright flares

At first gaze.

Enlarging hearts 

Become parchment

To this queen.

Beyond blood and melanin,

Past exoskeleton,

To souls in need of frames.

There she captures the essence

(A godess' blessing)

And men are whole, again,

Patiently waiting,

Stored in perfection;

Tis true misdirection,

For in her collection

The artist is the greatest piece.