Untitled - June 18, 2002

Every drop of white
slowly meanders
across crevices of golden tan,
glisteningly sweet
in the hot sun above.

The gradual melting
from frozen coolness
into a liquid bounty
is contrasted 
to the frail crisp of a flesh
soaked in sugared sweetness
until it begins to melt
in the hand
of the beholder.

Sharp nips,
and soft licks
move the mound of white
deeper into gold hallows
until is disappears unto
a point.

As the summer sun
beats down on the heavy afternoon,
a desperate race between
taste and time
ensues,
ensuring that the ice cream
is gone --
remembered only
by the tasting of smooth
fingers.