How the camera loves you even when
you suffer, face shockingly beautiful,
head resting on left shoulder, (yes even
with intense lines between brows) and your full
lips so passionately kissable. Those
eyes with their dusk-sky irises explain
how, when I first saw you ages ago,
my breath seemed to disappear, intense pain
and care for dire plight my heart discovered
in those eyes, my eyes studying tight twists
of your body just holding on, covered
in light blue, as though your home might exist
outside, above us. You’d fallen off track.
I watched and prayed we could help you get back.
Roger Armbrust
March 3, 2013
