A fugitive apparition

A black woman of a remarkable beauty
In the San Diego airport waiting for her flight to Newark
On the next but one chair left from me
Rotating my head as a magnet
Away from my iPad Mini with Pushkin's poetry
An unbelievably thin creation
In golden shoes on highest heels
With ballet legs
And half-naked enhanced breast
Knifed and worked out up to a fibril
With classical face proportions
Improved by the lips

Not finding a rest with herself
She stands up and does stretching
Raises on her toes
Rolls a golden cloak around her and unrolls
Bends showing her breasts
Walks back and forth past me
While I'm throwing my looks from down to up
And when she crouches from up to down
Among a complete indifference
Of all other people

Preparing for the flight
She is searching her bags
Throwing something all the time into the garbage bin
And cleansing a transparent artificial gums
By a toothbrush just above it
While muscles and tendons
Of her forearms
Are mirroring the motion of her fingers
Under her thin skin without a touch of fat

It already begins to seem to me that she is a man
Because she is too good
It cannot be like this
And I feel ashamed
But then
She sits down on her seat left from me
And is twitting amiably
With an unimpressive fatty white American woman
Unfortunately having taken a seat between us
With her onion pizza in a cardboard box

She says
How much onion have they put
And how strong is the smell
And her voice is high and friendly
Not a low aggressive male voice
And her sparkling eyes are light brown
Into which I cannot really look
Because of the white American with the onion pizza
Who screened me

And because of her I cannot start a conversation
Although now it is clear that it's impossible
Who really needs me with this electronic Pushkin
There is no interesting organics here
So that a word goes after word..

I manage to see imperfections on the angel's face
That require attention of a cosmetologist
Or maybe traces of heroic operations
That require a continuation
In a strange way
This renders her somewhat human
Arising my warm sympathy
And desire to help

Suddenly my companion
Gathers her things
And pushing her trunk before her
By the slim worked-out legs
Somewhat unstable on her golden heels
Disappears forever in the women's room
Dissolves there..

It appeared to me so but later
She did materialize in the plane
Already sleeping before the take-off
Not beside me
But ahead beside a gray-haired dude
Not a couple to her at all
Who also was not looking at her

It seems in the see of people
I'm the only one
Refined aesthetically
Sensitive to the unearthly
For whom this black fairy
Was like a fugitive apparition
Like a genius of a pure beauty

That's a pity that I could not take a photo of her
I think she is doing this and many other things for money
And making a clandestine photo would be reprehensible
But writing poetry or well prose
Even very detailed
Costs nothing
And still is
Politically correct

New York, 18 September 2013

(Translation from Russian original: http://www.stihi.ru/2013/08/29/6193)