Elegant the lines of his body,
shaped by a gentle geometry.
The slope of his limbs approaches the infinite,
always undefined, though in my foolishness I attempt to constrain him
within the limits of my understanding.
I marvel at a face constructed in glorious imperfection,
in carefully measured asymmetry.
Watching from my adjacent plane I wonder,
if I could run my hands over every millimeter of skin,
if I could count each hair, if I could plot the position of each cell,
could I then comprehend the secret of his beauty?
I close my eyes for a glimpse of the answer,
and for a fleeting instant I could swear his equation flashed in my mind,
unimaginably complex, delicate as human flesh,
and shifting organically with the passage of time.
Your first poem here, man, and you're already blowing us away, excellente....
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful, excellent write.....multiply your talents and add beauty to your work as it were here, divide time for each work and subtract stress...wish you all the best...