photos of you

i could stand here forever
basking in the immense glory of your presence
a spark and short circuit in my brain leaves me in an infinite loop of your face, eyes, body

maybe somehow
maybe someway

nose, lips, cheeks

we'll run into each other again

hair, legs, feet

perhaps i'll just stand here star-struck for a while
and take pictures i'll never be able to develop

it's a life of quiet dignity
a curse, because i won't forget as easily as the next
as the rest

i've seen great beauty in my lifetime
in so many more forms than I could describe
i still have the negatives in my mind

still pause upon them in awe
in appreciation that such elegance exists

the screensaver of my body
staring off into the bland distance

but painting it with grandeur only i can see.