New Challenge- read a chapbook a day for August

Writing What You Love Loving What You Write

From the late Judy Beach

Ice Cream and Love

arlene s bice

It’s more than a childhood memory;

the texture, the flavors, the taste

rolling around my tongue, melting, creamy

soothing my throat, adding to my pleasure.

The biting cold stinging my mouth.

Strawberries freshly picked in spring,

chunks, dripping with sweet juices

lay over the mound of French Vanilla

in a fancy glass rimmed in gold

like kisses laying on my lips.

A summer-ripened cantaloupe,

hollowed out and filled with scoops

of Chocolate; blending, melting

with the juices of warm fruit

coming together as one body.

In the autumn when spicy flavors

of Pumpkin and Buttered Rum tease

the palate, tingling the tongue

licking the drips on the cone,

my fingers wrapped around it.

Cold winds come in winter,

volcanic hot fudge covers the

heaping icebergs of Black Walnut

like your hands caressing my

breasts with your touch.

Seasons define the years,

flavors define the seasons.

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