Hidden Treasures - June 10, 2000

The white sun
on burnished flesh
brings out the
brightness of your smile.

And I listen for the laughter
that follows,
as the slow drip
of the ice cream
against your fingers
makes for a mess
that is a joy to clean,
as I watch
the pink tip
of your tongue
carefully lick
every crevice
where the ice cream hides.

And reluctantly,
my eyes draw upward
to see the slight grin
on your lips.