不吻你，我的嘴唇都快干了(照片)

Lips Gone Dry without Kissing You

不吻你，我的嘴唇都快干了

 

Geese fly over water

In the dusk

Purple light washing over

Your naked back

 

The gulls moan

In the shadows of longing

A school of shiny fish

Travel through the darkness

 

A ship coming to dock

Along night’s beating heart

The moon is the witness

And the wind, the stars . . . .

 

I don’t know where the sweet

Water came from

I don’t remember how long

We have kissed

 

You sing with your mouth

Closed. I look deep into

The light in your eyes

The light in your eyes

 

 

 

Photography is a form of kissing. A camera picks up the lights that the naked eye is unable to detect. It’s also a kind of fishing. You catch a fish, then, you let it go back into the ocean. The fish is not your goal.

 

Sounds are invisible waves. Accidental shots capture the wavelength of the hurly-burly of the world that has morphed into colors. A good camera doesn’t guarantee a good kisser of the light. A truly satisfied fisherman goes home without a fish.  A pleased photographer returns with a little more than the feeling of a shutterbug.

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