Aesthetics


The most elegant is not the swan, but the water
in which the swan is reflected without a trace,
a wrinkle or a friendly shiver.

The most elegant is not your body, but the mirror
in which the body, slightly hurt, is reflected,
while a hand shifts over your skin,
a caress, an embrace of yourself
that lays to rest on your body.

While my glance can't capture it permanently, 
it remains detained, and unembraced,
like someone who was once invited for pleasure,
but then forever remains a hostage by pain.