Disguise

The eloquent gentleman...trundles in a bit late...usually sits in the corner...the seat that is neither on one wall or the other...that looks out at the whole of the room...a most excellent vantage point from which to speak...and he does...often and profoundly...touching on one point or another...sparking new ideas...sprinkling take along gems among his listeners...but he has no face...a hat covers the top of his head...dark glasses adorn his nose...and a scarf hides his chin...bundled against the cold...against his audience...perhaps speaking is easier unseen...a voice sans visage...emerging from pale lips pasted on his mouth...until one day his chapeau is gone...placed quietly on his lap...his spectacles ride high on his head...his scarf dangles loosely down his seated torso...exposed are magnetic green eyes...a roman nose with strong jaw below...freshly cut dark summer hair holds court over his countenance...and his words are no longer audible...lost in the unmitigated handsomeness that has emerged...a gorgeous man no longer hidden from inquisitive eyes...his voice silent...his audience lost...taken by his good looks they cannot listen...and so he slowly dons his hat...plunks his glasses back on his nose...the scarf remains hanging...a reminder...a tease...offering a speck of hope...an elusive dream...but once again he speaks and once again his audience hears