Despite the chill in the air
Silky, smooth rivulets of cream
Slide between my fingers that
Clutch the sugar cone.
My palm feels the ticklish, sticky
Drip, drip onto my shirt, my shoes
The unappreciative cold sidewalk.
My eyes moisten at the loss.
In heaven, my ice cream cone
Won’t meltingly flee before my
Helpless tongue can consume its
Soul-nourishing frozen manna.
And hell? The only fear of hell
That keeps me good and true:
In hell, there will be no enjoying
Ice cream.
Fortress of Dissolitude 
I like this, very much.
Glad you enjoyed. Hard to go wrong with ice cream.
It’s been years since I’ve been able to eat ice cream due to severe lactose intolerance. But this past weekend, for the first time, I sampled a vegan chocolate milkshake. What a tasty fake! I almost felt as satisfied as the narrator in your verse.
That is awesome. Take the fake.
I’m now going to enjoy a mint chocolate chip ice cream in a cone. I must be in heaven. 🙂
Lovely blog you hhave
Thank you.