What does it mean to possess this moment?

Is it in the swayback of the trail

When you taste the iron of your breath?

But keep pushing on-

Was it how you pulled my hair tight?!

In that

Rolling

Rising

Crescendo of us?

The heat of your unexpected hardness

acquiescing to me–

 Maybe, now

Comfortable enough to laugh

At this serious tango

Of raw need

And intent.