He had spent his forty days in the desert
He wanted a drink of water
She warned him that spring brought new growth
and counseled caution.
She spoke the words of winter
and moved with the body of spring.
He knew only that he wanted her
with the sizzle of a summer sun.
As their voices
danced the dance of lovers
awaited the coming of the rosebud
Its bloom was as inevitable
as the passage of time.