for Eva

How beautiful I know
you looked
your tanned legs crossed
in defiance
lips set in something less
than a smile
(but still more than the next
best thing)

half nude
posing beside another kind
of mirror
pumping the blood back
clean arms
and a courage that failed you
a hot shot
in the dark of the real unknown

while for me there is simply a
dull pain
the throb of terrible knowledge
calmly felt
that never again shall my flesh
burn pure
under your strong hands fragrant
with cruelty

My deepest sorrow is
I was not there
at last taking pictures of you.