The calm intake of breath
The warmth of hand and head
The form future perfect
The bird shot through with light
The gasp as speed divides by height
The hairs upon your neck glisten with sweat
A less restrained intake of breath
It comes
The point of no return
The scent as rain hits earth
The yen as creed sutured
The space tween teeth and tongue
The ease with which a life is crushed
The pull transpires to push desire aside
Aware of how the point derives
It comes