The Photographs

At these glossy images I stare and stare:
these sculpted hollows, unruly hair
all lit by a brightly angled beam
monochrome curves a dappled, dimpled dream

your ivory skin, tantalisingly near
my mind-tips touch velvet, as if you were here
your shadow-eyes chaperone my every move
your gaze eloquent, unsmiling, liquid-smooth

you are my posed possession
in square shapes fourfold - 
my delight in obsession,
my love's stronghold.
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