Galway Dawn Mushrooms

It was the Kraken briny Atlantic breeze

Elbowing its way thru

Cracks in heavy wooden shutters

That woke us

And slurpingly, saltily whispered

Licking our half-moon shell-likes

Still soft and plump from youth and dreams

To hurry! hurry! out and into the morning mist

And carpe diem

And gather those dawn mushrooms

That we plucked from overnight cow pats

Cream buttons

That Elizabeth and I snuggled in the swoop of our nighties

And David in the dip of his t-shirt

That we dropped, indecently oopsie-daisy-upside-down

Their velvet pleated petticoats exposed

In a sizzling puddle of butter in the pan

Toasted thick love letters of almost amber toast

Steeped strapping cups of tea

Carried into their warm wool and sweetlyvinegarly scented room

And they stirred

As we trembled over their bodies

Opening rosebud hearts pitter-pattering

Pouring all we had been given

Back into them

Perfectly encircled in the fullness of a plate

Of fried dawn mushrooms