Red shear
by lamplight
as the dress clings
to your curves.
I am speechless
and never
have I yearned
so much
for a painters brush
and the artistry
to capture a moment.
For recollection,
always falters
with times passage
and my only wish
is to keep this memory,
alive.
I know, pictures
nor words
will ever suffice
but I raise the lens
and dare to catch
a fragment
of all you are.