leaking Pen (Wellington, New Zealand)

I ate with my stomach's eyes
What my brain whished it could taste
Colors and shapes locked behind a glass display
Valleys, peaks, hills and fields.

Surfaces smooth some silky
Other like surf in an ocean
Some with confetti spread
Garnishing their shimmering heads
Brought happy smiles on faces
Small and old alike

Centipede hands in human disguise
Handling morsels in ice
Tempting every willing tongue
To heavenly delights.
Gladly stripping human's wallets
From Washington to Eagles to Broken Bells.

One flavor that drew me in like a magnet
Pitch black as hell itself
But I knew in my heart of hearts
What taste of darkness can be.
I ordered three scoops piled inside a cone
Dripping with nuggets on its sides
Like smiling foam from a mug
I embraced sin and gluttony Whole heartedly
My smiling tongue seesawing back and forth
And a proud addition to my belly's ring
Three chocolate scoops in a cone
Jump-start my winter's heart
Back to joviality
And center me in gravity
One thing we all agree to agree
No matter what creed we believe in
That heavens clouds are made from
These swirls in shinning trays
Human souls in galloping hearts

Auguts 13th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011