I observed the fusion
of pixels in a photo;
The incandescent light
that produces a focus.
The covers of product brands;
trying to impress
with their envelopes.
And before I saw another portrait,
I saw a wave of hair that stretched
over a female silhouette.
I went through the detail of the dress;
the shadows
that his reality produces,
the fine cloth
that hid his sensuality.
I could only appreciate
the little of his identity,
trapped in a photo hidden
from the bandit.
I know that I am not the first
to be intrigued;
in walking thoughtfully
with his heart.
With a question
that seeks answer in my mind,
who is she ?,
that of the pixels of the lens.
