Fay Roberts dallies diligently (if belatedly) with Russula vesca
You walk downstairs then pause, and all talk stops;
it’s clear to see who’s in command round here.
The chatter rises, hotter than before –
in its own way, it’s almost like a cheer.
No music moves your hips from left to right,
but somehow all our chests reflect the beat,
and though no word is said, we know whose night
this is, and whose command instructs our heat.
“So, Happy Birthday, Chris,” you purr at last;
the lucky target swallows, breathes your scent,
and no-one thinks to wonder how you’re cast
as benefactor, or from where you’re sent.
Though edible, there’s no-one dares to touch,
in case one taste of you is one too much.
– FR
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| Close-up of Russula vesca from The Ultimate Mushroom Guide |
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