Instamatic
for J.C.S.

an instant, that’s all
an instant, no more
as of old, like times gone by

no less flustered, she nor I
by intimacy, by bareness,
by our nearness

immense beauty shakes our leaves
however pretty clothes are
nothing fits like skin

in my arms, like old times
crazy times, forbidden things we did
edge of damnation

ours was another nation
we created as we went

we broke rules, we made new ones
bareness was what was celebrated

in the bath or out
in the pool or in the sea
anatomy to see, to share
to take possession of

properties acquired
to intoxicate whoever saw
had to limit who looked
who took pictures


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
1:04 a.m. 21/08/07