ICECREAM LOVE

 

This icecream love
– sweet –
and filled with cold desire,
drips
through the hole
in my sugared cone.

The very thing
that holds my love within,
is now partaking
in the letting go
of its own
contents.

Much to my despair.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 May, 2012