Descenт of an angel

In a New York airport waiting for my plane
I've become a witness of a descent of an angel
Who had landed onto a seat in front of me,
Black, as it happens in America,
And, of course, female.

A young afro-asian girl
With round features of her face,
Widely set eyes,
Low nasal bridge and a small wide nose
Snubbed above a big sensual mouth
But still within the limits,
Without destroying the impression of lightness,
A Thai-type girl, I would say,
Although I cannot be quite sure.

Big, with long and thin limbs,
She was rather of an African type,
Although her calves were of a better shape.
From her lean ankles up,
Her legs were becoming rounder,
The thighs reaching serious dimensions
But her booty was not seen
And her arguably thin waist was hidden by her bag,
Above which at the best moments
I could see substantial-size and very proportional breasts.
Her hands of a rare beauty, riveting my sight,
Were caressing an iPhone and an iPad Mini in turn.

Remarkable were the girl's eyes
Openly looking into the world
From the surrounding of straight maroon hair
And irradiating inexplicable swiftness and benignity.
She was an unearthly perfection,
Harmony of bodily and spiritual.
With my trembling iPad Mini,
I've made a couple of photos of her point blank,
Because nobody would ever believe
My unskilled verbal description.

Reading the poetry book "Gogol in Rome"
I was throwing looks at the marvelous creation
Trying not to disturb her too much
And I was succeeding at this
In view of my born-in intelligence
And the all-forgiving wisdom of the angel,
Sent to the world for our enlightenment.

At some moment my thoughts returned
To the purpose of my flight, to you.
And a divine light spread all over
And a warm wave of desire
Budged my most sacred parts.

New York, 25 September 2014

(Translation from Russian original: http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/26/1225)