Photographic memory!

I can see every line change on your face still
Every bent brow move with new thrills

Eyes that express more than thousand words
A gaze that cuts through silence with swords.

Eye lashes curled to cover the sneakish peak,
Lips pursed as though your about to speak.

You blow a thick smoke way above ground
And then be smug and look for smiles all around.

A hoarse voice to bowl everyone over
A wit that makes a drunken b’com sober!

Memory has captured what a lens would not
And still u say a PHOTO I have not????