for Jane Scarpantoni
at Irving Plaza
July 27, 1995
How did I
just a man
imperfect
and unwise
discover
this passion
fathoms deep
within your
burning eyes
and brawny
wired cello
vibrating
for hours
between your
sweat-soaked thighs
releasing
rhythms rare
as angels’
wings we hear
ascending
through night skies
Roger Armbrust
