The Camera

I loved it
When you took my picture
While sitting on a bus bench
A lady in shades
Why I drove around the block

But when I got there
Your knees had snapped shut
The camera was gone
This time I stopped
Going my way?
Which way is that?
Down I said

You stood
Ambled over
On heavenly legs
Opened the door
Slid on the leather

Stepped on the gas
You pulled up your sun dress
Baring yourself
Nice camera I said
Digital?
Very
You said
Swirling a finger
Then two
Finally three
They all disappeared
You exuded a moan

Telephoto?
I queried
Certainly you contributed
And also macro
For those…
And you sighed
Special close-ups

I pulled off the freeway
Found a lush park
Parked far away
Can you snap my charms again?
Certainly.
You aimed and fired
Looking well pleased.

Mind if I try it?
I clicked the shutter
You convulsed
And you laughed
Removing your specs
Revealing hypnotic blue eyes

Four hands went searching
We found what we wanted
I found a camera
You found a toy
That you kissed in your fondness

I returned you
To the bus bench
Where we all started
Your shades went back on
Silently you left
I’ll see ya
You said
I smiled and drove off