I want to feed this delicacy To my concubine A tiny spoonful at a time I want to watch the luscious sorbet Linger on the tip of her tongue Melt down in the fleshy hollow Before she rolls her tongue Back into her mouth And then I want to hear Her sing her favorite flavors Texas bourbon pecan pie Tommy’s salted caramel Dark chocolate heaven Crushed red-velvet paradise Angel and devil sitting on Her shoulders whispering all night Red delicious apple churned into cream And given as a gift I’ll be Paris To her Aphrodite

Benediction for Ice Cream by Ana Marie Boyd
I can still hear the slow jam jingle of the ice cream truck gliding along past our yellow house like it was riding on rails





