I can't look
There's bromide rushing through my veins
I see
A thousand words within my frame
So close
A wider-angle print to find
One more
Press to start rewind
Filter fast
Your grainy shape fades from my sight
See how
An aperture for midday light
Stop here
I cap the lens to set you free
Your face
A negative, it's ecstasy
Running now
A subtle chance to flatten you
Distance kept
To stop it up and focus through
Breathe in
You never seem to miss a trick
Dead stop
I press to shoot and click click click
I watch your eyes and click click click...