beautiful you are

but I don’t dwell on that

or sing praises

I just drink in

tall glasses


I document places

with you just outside each frame

hinting through margins

and mattes

into images of preternatural beauty


like memories of you then

transposed against today’s moment

when the light hits

like a sucker punch

leaving me breathless



waiting for your touch


for more than today

and less than tomorrow






David Trudel     ©  2013




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