It was an improbable

provocative

utterly disarming question

he posed it

curiously

innocently

completely lost

in her complexion

the passivity in her profile

half-moon expression

her simple beauty accented

by the citys animated colored lights

their hue

hung on her face

and behind her

her shadow scarcely etched

on a serene bank of glass windows

their quicksilver

ivory linen

  

it wasnt until the words were completely out of his mouth

and in her ears

that he recognized

his question

improper

perhaps vulgar

--   Im sorry  he said   I was

taken by you

your features

expression

your demeanor 

                                                                                                                          

it seemed as if you were wearing a mask

a luminous mask

your beauty hiding in it

as the moons beauty hides 

luxuriates

in its face

but you really dont recognize it

unless you look very hard

                                                            

he was blinded  perhaps

too struck or nervous not to be more aware

of the depth of his question

it was not the kind of question one asks lightly

and yet

anyone would find it virtually impossible

not to try and answer it

--   What are you thinking of . . . at this very moment ?

0000,  Monday,  25  8. 14

hats off to the film Le Week-End