You exercise stillness
all naked
lay out your crossed legs
and your face now satisfied
– be serious! –
for you recognise
the flamboyance of your beauty.

I will try
with shaky hands
and fast heart-beats
hidden before my jelly ribs
to crystallise a moment
from the fluidity of time
that skims us
I will then burn it onto our new, old dark paper
and I can assure you
that it will take me at least one week
to develop it.

You will be asking for it eager and impatient
like when, eyes wide open
at 4am
one waits for the sky
to trade its colours
with the ones of the sea

but you will stop anticipating
as soon as I’ll remind you
how long I had to wait
to take
your photograph.