The low profile of desire.

Dressed in a white rain coat
In the subway station called :
Mirabeau.
Something in her face
Tough and sweet
Like a sunrise captured by a leather glove
That only a smile can crack.
Beauty of the unknown,
Uncertainty of a crowd that never comes.
Let me see your face
As if I was looking at a smashing painting
In the gallery of instant.
I don't want much more in this world
Or so for today.