springtime thoughts turn to love

springtime thoughts turn to love
new life springing forth
flowers bursting
hibernation ends
as the first warm fingers
of sunshine stroke her skin
she closes her eyes
to soak up the feel of heat
that makes legs quiver
she wills every sensation
to be etched into memory
every part of him
for tomorrow he will be gone
like a seed blown on the wind
she has just one chance
to sow that seed
to keep one little part of him
to ensure he will return
next spring
her hand strokes his cheek
stubble coarse beneath fingers
wanting it to be real, tangible
lips press to her collarbone
the flowers nod their heads
as the breeze stirs their petals
and she sighs