As strong and unstoppable as spring herself
coursing raw and relentless through our veins,
our passion to escape found its ruse in a new birth
conveniently set out of town.

     It would require an over-night.

As compelling as the next gasp of oxygen,
our need for skin against skin.
No baby gift would do for us but a tree from the nursery
to be planted in dark rich soil
fecund with new life.