Nikon Lover

I cannot wait to get
my new camera in my hands
and steal the life from things
gain some life in me
again

I'll capture you naked
ribcage and stretched over
my bed
nothing warms the cockles of
my heart more than the sharp
elbow of love

I'll draw ships on your chest
and antlers from your brow
look, we are mediums of past
and mimes of future
echoes of greatness, aged and withered

we are reduced to a series
of sounds
of shutters closing
and film advancing.