I focused my sharp lens
on your lovely image
My mind shuttered
snapped in ecstasy
the brilliant flash
captured your frame.
Afterwards,
as the image developed
into a grainy shroud,
but a duplicate
of the lovely parts
etched in my mind.
Through the delible lines
and the pixelated dots,
a deep imprint
of an endeared hand
that had stenciled
over your warm heart
his signature.
Still,
brandishing the negative
with its dark contours,
and the unfiltered light
of jaded dreams,
tracing the smooth curves,
caressing the tight grooves
of a still life form,
whose heart was bleached.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem