no ice cream

No ice cream  

In the night, I whispered no one love like us
entwined we’re one body, a mass of sated lust.
Her room above an ice cream parlor was
an angel’s boudoir.
I left for work in a cloud of pink infatuation
and felt benevolent to all creatures in the world.
Nothing could touch me, now underwater reefs
Suddenly changed, a boyfriend, a fisherman
came back from the sea, it was him she loved
in our throes of climax, her thought was of him.
A fall from grace, total humiliation, the beauty
fragmented into thousand pieces of the utterly
repugnant memories.
She and her lover boarded a ferry to Denmark
and that was the end of our love affair.