In Clover
Verdant green grass dotted with swathes of clover
Blossoms of white
Some purple tinges at the edges
Bees a-buzzing dipping in the nectar found within the flower petal folds
An intoxicating aroma
Air perfumed by the scent wafting up from dozens upon dozens of blossoms
No French perfumer could compete with this
No mere man
No mere woman
Nature's evocative allurement
Drawing us in as the scent reaches our nostrils
A simple walk through the grass
What is that scent?
Nature's perfume
Bees' addiction
Can't keep away as a lover needs to feel their beloved
Hold them close
Kiss them
Touch their bodies in all ways
So the bees can't fight it
So seductive this clover
Dotted through the grass in waves of white
Intoxicating, beguiling seduction
Clover
We're all in Clover
Do you smell it?
Do you know it?
Do you feel it?
In Clover
Lay in the grass and let the perfume encompass you
Lover touches you
Kisses shared, taken
In Clover
Scent reaching into brain stem
Primal sense
Reckoning all of our shared past
The smells of our forebears
The knowledge deep in the hind brain
Smell It!
And the bees taste it, knowing to sip is to live
Sip it up
Drink in
All senses touched as a lover
To taste
To smell
To feel
To hear
To see
See the white dotted grass
Know it
In Clover
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