My Heart Was Wrapped Up in Clover

 
Long and black, uplifted strings
that refuse to touch as our eyes lock.

His pools of darkened honey
telling me a thousand words as his lips
only lift at the corners, his hand reaching for mine.

He caresses my skin with pearly gloves,
his golden heart glowing through his chest. 

He places pink carnations in a vase, weaves 
a rope of clover to wrap around my restless 
heart that beats only to melt in his embrace.

 
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