if only love was like ice cream
imagine if all you had to do
was wait patiently in the queue
juggling your indecision
like a hot cherry in your mouth
pull out your wallet and pay
but first, will it be dutch chocolate
or buttered pecan, banana/toffee...
an almost irresistible temptation
cone or cup, small or large
one scoop or two, unavoidable decisions
flavours, born in memory
flicker across the tongue
how often do we take the safe road
choose a single scoop vanilla cone
only to gaze lustfully on
as melting strawberry stickies other fingers
and outlines a stranger's lips
the sunday afternoon queue shortens
the small shop full of the babble
of children, unrestrained, running amok
soaked in sunshine and steeped in sugar
so easy to buy ice cream
you only have to want, then wait
if only love was like ice cream
Copyright © 2004-2009 by Eryll Oellermann
3 comments:
I read this three times already, and I am simply in awe of your ability to paint with words.
You have a new, forever, Fan!!
(and I can't stop reading the comment you left on my post earlier....oh, my!)
welcome solo and thank you! a forever fan is a being to cherish.
glad my comment 'hit the spot' ... beautiful sights yearning to be filmed, right here on the west coast of scotland ... just saying!
Yeah, you certainly have the way, reef mate! Here's to letting love land so should it choose.
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