Standing beneath from under a lampshade moon, a broken toe to toe, to just a little closer, beneath the cover of an infinite hue, grey-blue here, from under beneath our nighttime umbrella-

‘Parsnip, come a little closer, let me tickle atop your teeth.’

You step closer, to step and step to step away, girlish yearning all thighs and coy, beneath the lampshade a broken blue, a choir of toes standing beneath the imperfection of a flowering midnight rose.