dark room

we stand behind the door

the strong scent of

chemical processing

envelops us

pans to develop

wide and shallow

illuminated in the safe light

your hands

in the glow

dodging and burning

and I ache to be

that paper

you handle

with such

meticulous care

in the darkness

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