Wiping a Fogged Mirror

When I took your photo

it was not to use against you

nothing erotic
nor devious

It was to hold onto how you looked

skin still humid from your shower

hair up in a towel

threadbare robe snug to your body

Where all you felt was refreshed

free of any bit of dirt you ever carried

of every lie ever told
clear of any mascara you thought needed

where it was finally just
your eyes

honest, innocent

and looking at me.