Non-Erotic Poetrynatural lighta man is taking photographs
of photographs
and of course
I am in the shot,
had to pick the seat
under the focus
natural light and
flash captures my
black skirt brushing ankles
not hiked over open thighs
like for you
wondering if mascara matters
since this time
face shows
because I think have forgotten
again today
this being my first
cup of coffee
under the signed and numbered
photographs framed
above my head.
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