Photo Prompt copyright Ted Strutz
My subject poses on the car, bare chested, legs twin denim arches, a beer in his hand. He sips and swallows and stares at me.
I tremble from a heat of something I must conceal or at least play gauzed, like an actor as a ghost.
His beauty panics me. I’m clumsy with the lens. I snatch at misremembered words–a book of verses underneath night sky, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thee beside me in our private paradise.
What I want to say will stay behind my eyes. Like many truths it’s too high risk.