"Spring Air" by Gene Derwood

...lest two living things escape and keep hearts steady,

Beguiles us at this window, heady

And rich, murmurs; touches like flesh

Of loving fingers, timorous but sure.

Intoxicant is this mild, fresh

Warm breath of spring, all mad and pure.

Is this my hand in yours? Am I

So close? Wait till the insinuant wind's gone by.