Ice Cream Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Ice Cream



Ice cream is cool
As liquid moon
It's lazy food,
With no sharp bits to vex.
Let it slip
Off the spoon
Over the small hot hammock
Of the tongue.

Let it slide in
Like sex.

Sunday, February 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: food,sex
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