The rain pelted, popping
…like corn
exploding ’gainst
steamy crystal window panes
while‘n exquisite, pungent
bellowing
spice of asparagus
clung, lingering …
arousing a longing, arousing a hunger
for the hard, nameless
brawny swain’s
glimmering, limering eyes
where had he come from?
what could it mean?
how could I seize its clinging
insatiable, its lusty allure
and bottle it…
forever?