scent of sweet clover—
wishing I could send it to you
send you, too,
this woman
alone in a field
surrounded
by sweet clover,
her head tipping back
in ecstasy
where the cup your hand
could be.
April 25, 2018 by Rosemerry
scent of sweet clover—
wishing I could send it to you
send you, too,
this woman
alone in a field
surrounded
by sweet clover,
her head tipping back
in ecstasy
where the cup your hand
could be.
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