Ice cream

The mercury was rising fast, so parched  
the wilted whitened grass,  
my tongue its dry as red sandstone  
I seek the cream upon the cone  

As the heat is beating down. I gasp  
to times when I just let it pass  
and mirages of milkmaids pulling udders  
overflowing pails of white, to smother  
 
As I dream, the virgin dome with its topping  
once I start there's no stopping  
the unctuous  smooth, flows round the teeth  
pleasures chill upon the lips, that greets  
 
And starts endorphins spinning  
slurping. savouring its crest so brimming  
dribbles falling cause alarm  
scoop them up before they warm  
 
Ambrosia, surely sent by Nordic gods  
from the freezer " just the job"  
a craving from the cradle to the grave  
ever trapped, to be its slave  
 
    
 
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