Each season sends its best And you, Beloved, have always been right on time Your cadence as you walk The lilt in your step The way the words slip out of your mouth Like warm running water The slow blink of your eyes The stretch of your back And forth And back again A perfect arch Upholstered with your softening skin Exfoliated by the sun and the wind and the rain That we lay in The pit in your stomach As you express your deepest desires and your longest longings Yes each season sends its best And you are right on time And you are right on time