Body Through a Lens
(form follows function)
The photos gave homage to Weston
with a nude in place of green peppers.
He covered her body with black ink
and posed her in intricate ways,
the swing of her knees
the sway of her hip
the fall of her back
the rise of her lip
through the lens he saw lines bending,
glowing, fading.
It shaped him.
After hours of exposures she went to the shower
he went to the darkroom with a clock and red bulbs.
Half an hour later she called to him
sweetly
when he answered she asked him
to get her a towel.
He brought it, the doorway was open
the room had gone dim with the sun.
He noticed a streak near her earlobe
ink she had missed when she washed.
He imagined her hands on her body
rubbing the soap on her body
he turned and returned to his work.