clover

open mouthed i stand alone
no words can i remember
in the town that he calls home
an accent and a temper

cried out for mother
i bleet out for my lover
lullabies he sings for her
oh my darlin clover

milkless in my abstinence
he takes me in november
and when inside i whimper
"never never never"

dry eyed, i am skin and bone
but one day i will hold her
and in his arms, my bluebird holds

our darlin clover