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The Photographer's Hands

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Dani-the-Naiad

Published: Aug 21, 2010

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His hands
soft skin, clean fingernails
holding his treasured tool
s o   s o f t l y
the way they'd hold her hand

The quiet clicking of the camera
breaks the morning silence
and travels through the ever-cooling air,

His hands
gently pressing, focusing
a d j u s t i n g
the way they'd play at the fastens
                             of her crimson dress

to capture the bright magical colors
surrounding his
tall, dark silhouette

His hands
softly brush over the black buttons
in loving  c a r e s s e s
the way they'd slide smoothly over her warm, golden skin

A beauty found within his heart,
and captured inside his quiet device,
to send it floating softly into hers <3

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