She said she nose

You underestimate my passion for life sir,
the brittle-bright bank snow in late December might daunt you
you thought the river would be reason for pause
I delight in the ability to bound the bank
and dive in naked

You think you see nature
I soul-roll it sweet, like clover
to taste with eyes, teeth and ears and everything that feels
This is the way to live, like today is in fact the day
scream if you want, use what you have

Tonight we can warm by the fire
we might well be wounded warriors
If so, I will snicker quietly under my breath
Look in my eyes and see your future fortune
the joy of being off my leash