A harsh sun slipped on whites of skin.
Touched embrace unfolding soft sin.
My eyes open as shutter closed.
Undress my soul, I pose exposed.
Contrast contours my black sees white,
So delicate demands the sight.
A stilled motion mirrors my move,
this grace in grain becomes my groove.
Forgiving flaws, a flash it shone,
my body bright, my soul alone.
I have secrets, my photos sold,
You buy my beauty, have and hold.
Touches stroke a false of face,
film created a timeless place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well crafted poem, Casarah. Thanks for sharing it.