“The Lens”

A living masterpiece, captured in stillness.

The Lens

A Portrait of Surrender

I look at you through the lens.
The topography of your face slices through my eyes.
Your skin glows across every millimeter of your form.
Each feature of your face drives something within me.
Like an avalanche without brakes, my emotions rush over your valleys.
The mind won’t stop imagining what the heart feels.

I draw you closer, then pull you back to see every detail—you never disappoint.
The quality of your camera does you no justice.
Your deep tones, your highlights and shadows
only make the act of looking more addictive.
Some might call this positive stalking,
I call it Art.

Writing about lips is cliché, sensual, daring.
Writing about bodies is vulgar, some would say.
Writing about Art is commanding,
when what you call art is something alive, something that will change,
that will age,
and one day, only verses will remember.

To see you through a camera I don’t own,
don’t hold in my hands,
and can’t control—
and still accept what it shows me,
that’s the purest form of surrender.
It’s admitting that God’s work in you
was flawless.
He shaped you like only He could.
And now, I get to witness your beauty.

Félix Pérez-Cuza
10/23/2024