vestibule-vaporeux

the ghosts of the risible staircase float in the drolling haze...

rising above the impudence and converting the scintillations

to daze and obfuscate...

[steaming in obscurum on the Rue du Bac, Paris 75007]

au premier

it is easy to imagine delicate things gliding up these wooden stairs to more private tables where the food is neglected and hands are surreptitiously preoccupied with caressing other warmer parts... and no, be they not be palm pilots, sourberries nor vibrating mobiles, but soft and scented, smooth and responsive, and taking a long time to come down those narrow stairs again...

[meandering down the rue du Pont Louis-Philippe towards the silently flowing Seine...]