SX-70

There's an instant gratification there  
Fetching your likeness into fetish  
Wherein you are visibly coquettish  
About the macro focus way I stare  
To better bind your soul as tight  
As the feral souls of yesteryear  
Whose undeveloped facets were so clear  
To the deep gaze of talismanic sight.  
 
And yet again in an altered mien  
There is an imploration in your view  
That you look at me as I do to you,  
But this time with no shutter in between  
Any of the glory you choose to spread...  
Or the scanty snapshots left on the bed.