White Beam Photographer

• Posted by: Bryn Montgomery
• Created: January 1, 2016
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Flash, flicker, boom
My flash in this dark room
A photo shoot of your striking body
Here on the thirteenth floor
So high, so far away
My building scales your walls
Step by step recorded in the rain
Dripping down the screen
The mirage is you, the desert is me
Flash, screech, shock
I print your subtle moves
Blank in the Polaroid, I capture essence
Maybe a scandalous pose
Hung on my photo album
Another stitch to my open wound
One more glance will do
And all you see is the white beam, hot
A reflection from the glare
Or a chronic fear I hold from afar?
 

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