Untitled - June 27, 2001

It is with the slightest push
that I watch
the pale green slice
slide along the edge
until 
it 
falls
onto
a
waiting tongue.

As the heat of the sight
warms the coolness within,
a steady pool of cream
gathers
and trickles
downwards
until
all
you
can
watch
is
that
single
droplet
of mint
chocolate chip
ice cream.

The sensation of icy coldness within
does battle against
the searing heat outside
as the sweet delicacy
melts upon
your tongue.