Beauty is becoming to the eyes,
a shutter much like a pupil
sees the world in different ways,
the eye sees the world at 60 frames
per second, a persistence of vision
where what's persistent is the camera
capturing life being struck by lightning
of the camera flash, illuminate or lit
in variances, what begun as a camera obscura
has led to the modern shutter
of a camera that sees you
for your vulnerabilities
and strengths, you are woman,
as precious as diamond
and as soft as down pillow
to rest our heads...
as we look into each others eyes to fall asleep beside
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