little dibbles about the things I nibble

Asparagus make me feel like dancing
A tall slender stalk with a head of green
Still in curlers
Ready for a night of moon lit romance
Dancing in the pool of silvery streams
against the straws that warm my feet
I hear the rustling of my tightly draw slip
weave through the rushes of my breath
And I lift my eyes to the heavens
And feel myself grow taller
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