for her

by Gary Percesepe


on any night you wish

look down your street


observe your empty room

an abandoned field

the elevator in city hall


no sudden passion

no surge of desire

no air disturbed


she will appear

like a cutting stone

her laughter a fresh sword


small nose framing her face

arms encircling your waist

her mouth of kisses


the glitter of her teeth

will become the lights

of the city you left.