Photograph

We are hung from invisible strings
Dripping
From being soaked
in the fluidity of life's energy
Small copies of what it means
For life to show you
What love really is
We shift from
Negatives
Onto blank souls
Of what it could mean
To love anew
Both blurry and slightly
Out of focus
We allow ourselves to be transferred into the dark
Fear creeps in as
Each page of us is
Dipped and saturated
In the power drawing us
Forward to be seen
Each spirit
Naked in the other's eyes
What is to be
seen and named
Are only symbols
Of what is developing
In order
we take turns
Being striped of
All preconceived ideas
Of "what if"
Should be
Sending endless ripples
Across our parts
Creating panoramic
Scenes of endless
possibilities
Like a photograph
We are
sitting in tragedies
Bloody light
Until we gain the
Sharpness and nuances
Of what love will do with us
Until we are brought
Into the light
By eternal hands
Set in our proper frame
And hung in the eyes
Of love's faithless few
As the epitome
Of creations class
on love