In Angel Land,
sometimes we eat
ice cream in the morning.
And sometimes that is
after we’ve had
blissful, woman to woman
morning sex,
with soft skin and gaspy moans
melted into each other.
And sometimes
we eat ice cream
when we haven’t had
that blissful morning sex
but we wanted it,
so we take a deep, still moment
to savor the rich and sweet
cream instead.
Either way,
the ice cream in Angel Land,
on a sunny, rainy, or cloudy morning
is always
quite a delightful experience.
Tag: epicurean
John’s going to go to
Paris in the Spring.
Do that sort of parisien thing.
The eating of chocolate,
baguettes and cheese,
the wearing of berets, stripes,
and mingling in the streets.
He shipped his chaise lounge
over the seas
so he can kick back and
relax under trees.
John’s going to go to
Paris in the Spring.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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