Cameras at ready we walked my friend and I.. traveled where we photoed caves and star light through the sky.. learned of f. stop.. openings how light touches film.. an old art of the artisans.. as raisin wine and kilns..
We spoke of hows and whys.. laughed with winos by the store.. what was kind.. what never mind.. spoke of foundation’s floor.. sudden silence.. all talk stopped.. love was in the air.. earthy woman pony pranced her firm round derrière..
Frozen for a moment at the wonder come to pass.. most perfect wonder seen in a female ass.. beauty did not describe it.. panting like a pup..My friend set out to shoot a ‘one time only’.. clear close-up..
We started walking whisper talking lest she feel a fear.. girl like that must have a hat of names from those who leer.. we were giddy in the city saying limerick rhymes.. of her in a bed somewhere in some unknown time..
Woman did not have an age but young and seemed most wise.. turning to an alley sent a signal with her eyes.. glance to our pants.. felt like dancing.. love passion was big.. flamenco.. dog.. every dance done.. every kind of jig..
As she came to wall of bricks unnoticed just before.. box alley seemed a loading dock behind a quiet store.. looked over her shoulder.. smiled a little smile.. said you boys of photo.. take a shot.. do it with style..
Friend John wanted close up.. of what cast such a spell.. he wanted his close up first.. first bell rung.. first smell.. so he raised a hand and smiled his biggest smile.. said I will photo ‘tastefully’ with a certain style..
Monsters come to stories.. fairy-tales by Grimm.. bible has a certain flair for demons bright and dim.. I saw his camera flash when he took his frame.. a frame he would see just once in her monstrous game..
Know you well of Lilith wife or sister of good Eve.. know you my friend’s family has no grave to grieve.. close he got.. took his shot.. as in her he did go.. I am sure he tasted tastefully his promise made.. you know..
Sighting in his picture thoughts of mansion nights with Hef.. That wonder woman behind ate my friend.. nothing was left.. just as quick.. quite a trick her monster mouth did close.. left that wonder followed.. pretty as a rose..
I am a man of passion.. love and empathy.. I also have good eyes.. and a damn good memory.. Grabbed my camera.. ran back out to the boulevard.. where 15 one-legged everyone was laughing.. laughing hard..
Only moral I can see.. see it passion bound youth.. attract.. to interact.. know them.. their folks and their phone booth.. passion good.. all around.. with luck love comes to you.. just make sure that woman.. will not make a meal of you.. 🙂
Thought for this day.. Easy on the eyes makes a better day.. but what builds any facade is what will come in play.. sense well as a magic spell true sight will come to you.. and faker will show who they are.. as fakers always do.. Peace Tony