mcn / As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise
Michael McNeilley
As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise
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As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise:
single black olive, on the end of my finger,
and is this montrachet, or graves, or semillon?
The fragrant bright pink salmon waits, poached with dill sauce,
as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
Your lips, parted in the beginning of a smile:
and as you gesture with the chilled and supple staff,
a brilliant white on white and cometary flair,
a blonde wave curls across your forehead. A glint of
gold chases the peripheral flash of your hand,
as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
I break a roll, my eyes upon the slender stalk,
hand halfway to my mouth, overcome against my
will, all thoughts of this dinner past my reckoning,
as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
.mcn.
(rev. 10.7.95)
Ying Guo
While Bob(E) moved from framing business to some political dissolution,
you still stay at food processor level. The polished dish you paid hard
cash for at pier 1 import will really make your day on rap...
mmic...@ix.netcom.com (Michael McNeilley ) didn't write:
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> As you eat my white cucumber with mayonnaise
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> As you eat that white cucumber with mayonnaise:
> pair black olives, on the end of my fingers,
> and isn't this monstrous, or brave, or smelly?
> The frustrated bright pink salmon waits, poached with dick sauce,
> as you eat that white cucumber with mayonnaise.
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> Your hips, parted in the beginning of that smelly:
> and as you gesture to apply the chilli and supper stuff,
> a brilliant white on white and come-in-tail afair,
> a blonde wave curls across the forehead of my glans in
> gold rubber case in the perineal flash in your hand,
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> as you eat that white cucumber with mayonnaise.
> I broke the roll, my eyes heard the slandering talk,
> hand halfway to your crotch, over-come against my
> will, all thoughts of this inner pissed me wrecking,
> as you eat my white cucumber with mayonnaise.
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> ying
> (rev. 10.11.95)
for copyright officials good reference, mcn reelly wrote:
Ying Guo
>Wonderful poem. Delicious and sensuous descriptions. Flowing
>lines. It is both elegant and humerous with the notion of the
>speaker captivated by the asparagus stalk.
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> 'The fragrant bright pink salmon waits, poached with dill sauce,'
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>Yummy.
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> - Kim H.
kim, whatabout mine, cucumber...ying