the platter unfurled, hot

fungi browns, milky greys

shiny ovate heads swooning

losing footing, tumbling down

in juices rich, king trumpet logs

washed up on beached enoki

slick wood ears perked

heard every word

 

the restaurant walls a glow of greens

moldy mint furring up on felted peat 

lamps demure in campanulate caps

witnessed restless hands 

dropping napkin veils

slipping across formica 

oyster white mossy saucers 

shush-shushing timorous cups

 

open was your mouth

you slow delta

warm, your alluvial breath

sweet and velvet, your lips

woodsy, half-lit moments

I miss you, my foraged morel