Double Exposure

She rose from the bench
and half turned toward
the man in the bright blue
track suit. She had seen him
before. Who are you?

The man made no sound
and with a flutter, tucked
himself neatly between
her and the bench,
grabbed the shoulders
of her summer dress,
and pulled sharply
downward.

Out she came, her gasp
kick-starting her essence
and she glowed quietly
for a moment,
the twilight recoiling
in astonishment.

He has exposed me,
was her only thought,
which seemed excessive
in the diminishing light.

Unseen, a hint of blue softly
folded into the rustling leaves.