Behind the camera,
Watch.
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.
