Often confusing

Camera.

I love dancing with my camera.
The world shies away, I pull them forward.
Such beauty our eyes can see.
And even more in our fantasies.
There are places I cannot take it.
A camera sees what's only naked.
Not the vast expanses shrouded,
My mind, sordid and clouded.
I see a hundred moons to compete,
With the stars who stare on in jealousy.
No sun, no heat, just the gentle cool,
Under which we dance like morbid fools.
Such scenes I paint, I write, I sing.
But a picture to take, now that would be a thing.
Maybe then I can stare into the details,
Those hazy parts that memory fails.
And see the imperfections we forget,
To keep the perfect that fantasy begets.
And then maybe I will see,
As clearly as my camera indeed.