Crave Cones Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crave cones

Face to face we stood
-eye to eye hardly looked.

She worked with a machine
-I, amused with reading.

Slogan on her chest
-sent tricky message
-a dagger with edges.

Only the picture was
-ice-cream-advertise.

The words were otherwise
-planted beauty in the lust.

"Carve, crave for the cones."

In faded brown cone
-two scoops, colourful
-almost to her left side,
-indicated size of
-the two cones in bra.

Her breasts were conic
-rich in size, tightly fit
-for the eyes to be fixed
-on reading, enjoying.

Possibly happy with
-my shy eyes spying
-was slow in working.