for what should I ask?

For what should I ask?

Bring me the head, Salome...

 

the female gaze

lenses popping

heads bobbing

bodies moving

one stilled

the female gaze

profile

head shot

criss cross

trailing

shadows

on

the female gaze

eyes

staring

exposed

glaring

reflections

on 

the female gaze

 

hands

These hands once clasped a child's skipping rope

and twirled it round and round.

These hands once held a lover

deep in the heat of night.

These hands nursed two babies and a grandson

two dead now all too soon.

These hands have served so many

marked with lines of love.

A portrait of my friend.