Today I’m busy getting ready for the imminent arrival of my relatives, so here’s a poem I wrote when I first got here and was greedily gobbling Julie’s organic ice cream bars, as well as a drawing from the archives.
A cold flake of chocolate
Sloughed free of an ice cream to rest on my chest
The height of the sensual
The promise of death.
Ice cream’s best when hard and dense –
Softened, it’s so much foam
Sugared, its piquancy gone.