Zealot

I am a zealot
Don't try to talk me out of it.
This place is too cold for you
I'm going in
and you are coming out
under my arm
or over my shoulder
past nearsighted cowboys
and blind plowboys
who can't see you
to where it is green and warm
where lovers lie
with the windows open
in January
and the neighbors wonder
who he has
with him tonight.