The Weight of Beauty: A Portrait and a Poem, by Aura Hope

The Weight of Beauty
The kind of man who’s done this a thousand times.
Who knows beauty by heft, not hue
by how it bruises when bundled too tightly,
or droops under morning air.

Hands that lift before the sun learns its name,
palms lined with petals he never picked.
He doesn’t need to admire softness
to carry it.

No fanfare. No fidgeting.
Just a man built like early hours,
sitting in the quiet hum
between bloom and bruise.

The truck breathes behind him
a cave of colour,
of fragile things destined
to be touched and forgotten.

He doesn’t stay long.
He never does.
He’s not here for the beauty.

Only its weight.

Aura Hope is a multidisciplinary artist and writer based in Mexico City.