think of that ice cream as fruit-scooped moons
zest of frozen lemon,
flesh of icy melon;
shared on entwining spoons.
cream gleams in sun
reflects, on melting mirrors
glistening grins and sorbet-sopped chins.
spoon in your mouth
dangles from smiley crevasses
we share it then,
aeroplane mouthfuls and
‘choo-choo’ chews.
toppings, too
we count 100’s and 1000’s,
sift through coconut crumbs.
we leave melted trails,
to dribble off our heels
like Hansel and Gretel,
we scatter waffle petals,
en-route to gingerbread homes.
relish in pulpy treats,
savour life’s confection!
squeezed from sugary adventures;
the nectar of this love!
afterwards,
we sprawl on creamy sheets,
blow each other’s raspberries
I kiss your plump tummy.
we lay under vanilla clouds,
dreaming of ice cream castles.
but there’s danger to sweet teeth
hear my mother’s prophesy:
you’ll be sick!
she yells it, poolside,
as sugar precedes quease —
the flush-pink unease:
one too many spoonfuls.
it tastes different now,
curdles on my tongue:
not lovers, but gluttons.
I heave,
it gleams —
it makes me hungry again.