Poetry 31 - Photojournalistic Suitcase

You are the only baggage I need,
the only mementos I want to keep.

My suitcase,
carrying my heart on a flight
through white puffs of water
on the way to someplace better.

My suitcase,
waterproof, fireproof,
failsafe.

I’ll keep my secrets in your hair,
and they’ll ride its waves unnoticed,
and I’ll put my heart beside yours.
Strategically placed, made to –
harmlessly collide.

Then again, you’re better than a suitcase.

Lend me your memory,
I recall your eyes are HD,
with specs that make the best jealous.

You are a guru of focus,
total clarity
with unwritten captions.

Had you been a photojournalist,
you wouldn’t have needed to type a word.