Sweet Clover Poem by Val Morehouse

So long ago, juniper and lemon burning
my tongue, evergreen choreography.
I remember in sweat and muscle.

Kiss me. My mouth remembers. My thighs remember
mustangs stampeding in storm wind, manes flaming.
How we danced on the electric spokes of that beat,

A bare silver distance between us.
I will never see you again. Kiss me.
Wrap me in your thunder heat,

The big sexual reek of sweet clover,
grasses ripe with the harmony of mosquitoes
and you humming with lightning.

Sky split open we slice through the wheat
into the wild yield we take a tender death
among the sweet clover heads,

Crushed blossoms,
purple and golden rain scent
wet with dust.

My mouth remembers. I will never
see you again. Juniper and lemon.
Long ago music. Kiss me.