Put It On the Calendar

Suddenly it's a cold rush,

The sweeping wind,

A mountain peak,

The heart beats faster,

Every eyelash,

Of your deep green,

Entrances me up here,

Every pore on your skin,

The glancing light from your nails,

With every faculty,

I am aware of the body beside me,

The tightening back muscles,

So new to this,

So unprepared,

The heart beats faster,

Faster,

We have every right to this here.