seen through objective eyes

seen through subjective eyes
you have a grace of form that a man
(such as myself) cannot help but admire
and feel a desire to express
in word or look or touch or more
if given opportunity to live a dream.
for I am not a camera, I am a man,
bound by the sound of the my own heart
pounding and resounding to see you
standing proud and naked to the light,
seen through the objective eye of a camera
that stands as proxy for my admiring eyes.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

This was written as response to a challenge to name a photo taken by my dear friend and muse Mariya, in which she was posing with a camera.