Sharpen: “bring into focus, intensify, make clearer…”

His hand moves, stealthy and light,

The smoothing tread of his fingers pressing,

Caressing.

Disembodied and far, his eyes wander,

Widening, scanning the scene.

And still his hand moves, inching, creeping,

The black apparatus warming beneath it.

Her face leaps into focus,

Clarity restored to the world.

Funneled behind the little lens,

A trick of perfection.
“Don’t move.” The careful hand withdraws;

He holds his breath, shifts his grip, waits, his heart beats, “this is perfect” he thinks, “this is it” but it is all a shadow of time and really what happens is he blinks and taps the button and the strobe huffs… 

She blinks and smiles, shifts her weight…

Sliding out of focus…

The hand comes back up…

“Perfect…”