You were
licking the hard cold bar
A drop of
milk slipped from your lips,
It had to
strip on the ground,
You smiled
and looked around…
When the
hard brown layer
Mutely
cracked…
You took it
in your messy mouth
Chewed it
hard with little care…
By the time,
the lines of white began
Crawling
down your fingers
You were
confused…
Whether to
tongue them,
Or the
melting bar;
You jumped
out of your self polite,
To clear it clean,
with all your might…
At the
ice-cream shop, my eyes met you first
From a
little far
Muscles melted
in the pretty sight.
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