shared ice cream sandwich

ah, vanilla! trying to come up with something for valentines day...

 

Two thin slices of chocolate wafers

perforated with tiny holes

like the dashboard of an old Volkswagen.

filled with a special ice cream

that sticks -- just right -- to the paper.

too much pleasure for one tongue;

a tiny pair of hands dissects it into

two equal shares.

The frosted cream warms our hearts

as we sit silently munching our frozen treat.

I recall recent Sunday mornings

when neither foot wanted to venture forth

onto the cold, grey carpet,

shunning the warmth of the blankets

it had taken all night to make toasty.

How a tickle fight ensued,

and when I heard your laughter

the winter frost around my heart

vaporized with a passionate kiss

that screamed from my lips

and was silenced by your own.

The long dormant heart's cogs

creaked and groaned from slumber,

but the lubrication of your love

soothes these coarse gears

into a smooth and effective machine

perpetually running on the power of your innocent smile

and the light of your blue diamond eyes.

Of course, I deprive my tongue of these thoughts,

and we continue our quiet snack

with only the squeaks of a guinea pig

occasionally cracking the icy silence.

Please know, that even when I hold cold silence

nearer to me than your arms

I feel these words protruding from my soul

when you humbly offer

a smile, a touch, or a look

that lets me know you feel the same.