She polished my lens after she polished herself. 

Her face caked with

foundation,

concealer,

blush,

mascara,

lipstick.

But did the opposite to me--

she wiped the impurities off my face rather than put them on.

She gripped me gently and calibrated my lens.

I had risen toward the heavens like a sacrifice,

giving me the opportunity to

appreciate her aesthetic from an aerial perspective. 

Click.

She views my portrait of her but frowns. 

Does she fail to recognize her own allure?

Have I not captured your appeal accurately?

She proceeds to open an editing program on her monitor.

She defaces her own image with countless layers of filters and distortions.

I long for the time where I was used to capture 

vast landscapes,

seasonal weather,

festive gatherings,

and

your raw, undistored splendor.

#nofilter