my favorite photograph
i got my pictures back today
theres one of you
that you were not prepared
for me to take
and by stealing that little piece of you
to put inside my camera
and later hang on my wall
i made my new favorite photograph
of you, of you, of you
and you are about to touch your face
to hide from my capturing?
but i’m quicker than that
and your eyelashes are fluttering
your lips about to move
and your hair falling in straight, orderly disarray
whenever i look at it, really
i’ll think i want you
your lips to touch mine
your hand reaching for my face
your hair falling around me
and if you say no,
you’re still my favorite photograph