this winter

And I hang on to your shirt sleeves
Shirt sleeves -- Heart sleeves
I hang on to your heart sleeves
And the cloth of your newness
Warms me
Excites me
As we speed by life
Or something almost like life,
In our freewheeling wheels
Which will last the 1446 hours
Of this winter.
I will hang on till the seams give up.
Seams of your shirt sleeves,
Seams of your heart sleeves,
I will hang on till the seams give up,
Or,
I will hang on till summer,
Whichever comes early this year.