Clover Thirst

Lying in the sun 
a hot touch on skin
bed of cool grasses
enchanted within.

Legs long and lean
still running untamed
cool drops on skin
never feeling ashamed.

Oh bed of soft clover
you blanket of dreams
wrapped around shoulders
my lover it seems.

Quench the deep longing
that lives in my soul
I surrender my half
in the hope to be whole.

- © Simone McLeod, March 17, 2014

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