I see her eyes from the
corners of
mine, see the edge
her smile, her
heart beating
there
watching I hope
that an edge of me is
seen felt heard
and I
am happy
while the streetlights
jerkily move
in rearview mirrors
the cars
around us running
like horses; a
herd of movement
and my left hand on her
right leg, warmth bleeding
upward
a laugh, a smile
a stoplight, a new song
playing…I see
her eyes
without looking but
feeling through
the warm skin of my palm
as we head
downtown but
anywhere we go
is
perfect.