The blue lotus

I  broke free my great wall 

by inviting a charming lady 

to savor the sweetness of a breeze

in her cup of tea...

she refused ,a little confused,

even though she didn't say no...

I loved the softness of her features 

with their moon-like hills

fading into the sea of tranquillity 

and the mysteries of a forbidden city

longing to be offered ...

I asked her in English ,if she was chinese ?

She replied with a crystal -clear laugh 

who had the courtesy of a smile : 

-'' Well i guess so...or not ! ''

-I am French from Paris  ,here in Brussels 

I am writing a thesis on Belgian jokes !  ''

 These are very serious studies .

  She was dressed in blue to match 

the summer criterias .

In  our so monotonous pettiraining country 

  when the sun  is  not chatting up the girls from Ibiza ,

 he deigns to pay us a visit ,between two cumulus

lost in  seasonal  puzzles ...

 Since she didn't speak Belgian ,

we continued the chat in French ,

exchanging  some pleasantries...

You can only strike up a conversation 

by going along with the whims of the weather !

 She exuded the carefree spirit 

of Saint-germain -des-Prés 

and a blue lotus mystery ...

 I wanted to ask her if she liked Brahms ?

But I was afraid of scaring her away ...

Musicality isn't something you have 

to think about the first time...

 she was like a little bird perched on a fragile reed

following the movement of the wind ...

  Maybe I was in love ?

  No ...Its something more ...

Would she forget her tea which was getting  cold ?

  she seemed won over ...

alas!  Life called her back to her duties and she hung up ,

giving me a look of regret ...

She spoke in a few well-chosen ideograms ...

And as time stood still ,your Yangtze tea 

took you back to the monsoon  reason...

  You said hello to me .

'' Au revoir merci  de ces quelques mots ! ''

 Barely letting me catch a glimpse on the curve

of  a budding breast ...

  A garden east of  Eden ..

 Are you sitting on the terrace of the Café de Flore 

in the brilliant company of a gallant philosopher ?

Behind my wall ,I wait  for the enemy 

coming from the desert...

  It's all just an old Belgian joke 

with a hint of blue lotus tea ...