Clover fields

Clover Chapters

We spread our favorite blankets here,

soft patchwork of years, worn and dear.

Clover patch cradles us, green and sweet,

perfect sun warm, breeze light on skin, complete.

Your breath on my neck, hands tracing old scars,

every touch rewrites who we are.

Laughter from our first clumsy kiss,

quiet nights we promised this—

Bodies moving slow like pages turning,

each sigh a chapter, each moan a learning.

Twenty summers, three storms, one child’s cry,

all woven now in the way you sigh.

Here in the meadow, time folds small,

we write our forever, skin to skin, all.

Clover beneath, sky endless above,

two lives in one endless act of love.