her calm was uncalm
her intent was intent
her love like a psalm
she was the proximal zone
where his undevelop meant
to be with her but alone
both caressing and absent
he loved what he saw
but he adored what wasn't there
not her face but its shadows
as she hid it in her hair
when her cool eyes regarded him
he looked back unyearned
but the fires devoured
when her lovely back turned
-Doritt Carroll and Alexander C. Kafka
Photograph by Anna Morosini and Alexander C. Kafka
(Poem and photograph originally published in the Web zine Forty Ounce Bachelors)
