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Magical Mushroom Frisson with my Alien Lover called Tom

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By Teresa RentonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 2 min read
Magical Mushroom Frisson with my Alien Lover called Tom
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An outburst of sun guns, shoot you to me

one sunny Saturday in spring.

What can you show me? What must I see?

I blush rosette. You're rather alluring.

* * * * *

You look like a human, with an alien glow

I scour through my list of things to do

decide it's mushrooms I must show

Champignon, button, starfish, bamboo.

* * * * *

I want my wicked, devilish finger way

so step this way my bearded babybella,

on mossy forest floors I'll lead you astray,

my chestnut-skinned, oyster-eyed alien fella.

* * * * *

You tip your inkcap, wink

address me as your foxy bolette.

I curl my tongue-of-fire around ink,

excelsa, amarita, spissa--sexy, whispered vignette.

* * * * *

We light bonfires, fly with angel wings,

eat pizza, peziza, exhale with saffron milk sigh,

feast on kinky cremini like kings

turkey tail to a pink disco labyrinth high.

* * * * *

We drink wine cap all night long

until corn-smut talk drives me insane

so we bunapi shimeji to a groovy song

I run gypsy fingers through your shaggy mane.

* * * * *

I pour words into your wood ear,

play with your chestnut pom pom.

You kiss my pale bolete, switch it up a gear.

I call you wolf, you say 'call me Tom'.

* * * * *

Your Ox's tongue blushers me.

We swing from golden chanterelles.

You burst my puffball, set me free

we dance in a fairy ring of bells.

* * * * *

I'm no veiled lady, hold no snow morels galore;

when you whisper sweet truffles, call me honey, lily,

this bay deliquesces, cries for more.

So again and again, you thrill my velvet pioppini.

* * * * *

I am your scarletine, your unchanging princess,

our bodies a galaxy merger of lust.

When luscious olive-salver seeps, we cry out YES!

You shower me with stardust crust.

* * * * *

On mossy banks we curl, unfurl and frill

under a nightcap of celestial skies

we peak smouldering webcap on a mountain thrill,

watched by an audience of starry eyes.

* * * * *

Me, a blushing amanita, didn't take you for a stinkhorn,

a bearded trumpet of death, a total shiitake,

I wasn't prepared for your nonchalant scorn

when you eye a leggy shroom and I get narky.

* * * * *

You giant puffball! You fungal deceiver!

you slippery jack-ass, you thought you could flit?

Your one day on earth made you a teaser

I showed you magic, and you bloody well blewit.

* * * * *

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Thank you for reading my work. I am a writer and an imperfect perfectionist who inhales life, exhales stories. I write flash, essays, fiction & poetry.

Publishing history includes Flash Fiction Magazine, Across the Margin, Stick Figure Poetry, 101 Words, 50 Give or Take.

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Teresa Renton

Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.

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    Written by Teresa Renton