Spice of Asparagus

The rain pelted, popping
…like corn
‘gainst steamy crystal window panes
while th’exquisite, pungent
spice of asparagus
clung, lingering …
arousing a longing, arousing a hunger
for the hard, nameless, brawny swain’s
glimmering, limering eyes
where had he come from?
what could it mean?
how could I seize its clinging
insatiable, its lusty allure
and bottle it…