it began with a close-up

lust licking every frame,

your lens loved my face

before I knew your name

I'm lost in your B-movie

my left profile badly lit,

direction hit and miss

script lacking any wit

zooming like a vampire

you pan along my fears,

cinema verite in spades

the denouement nears

you loved yelling: "Cut!

this reel will be your last",

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