And there, eyes loomed the observation of paper.
This fixation with the girl with pasta like hair had passed.
Dreams of her came and went, lingering kisses of flourishing hearts dissipated into nothingness.
The roller rink of 5 bladed skates were closed.
Indefinite disclosure of feelings caught in the moment.
Definitely considered before Friday, but after Saturday. He did mourn his requiem.
But after a dream about a girl whose skin resembled ice cream cones,
He threw caution to the wind.
He thought of nothing but vanilla bean, and store brought scoops.
An mountain of ice cream scoops stacked high on top of each other.
Topped with chopped peanuts and chocolate fudge.
Life has it's ups and down, clumsy mistakes made from untied shoe laces.
Edited proposals made by shy lips, a pleasantly attractive thought of some girl
whomsoever face resembled sherbert.
Simple negotiable questions given a one word answer, A change of climate
Turning for hot to cold.
The chill given to skin soon as her thought occurs.
A stomach growls in dire need, rural in direction steps were made.
Beneficial in flavor his mouth watered. Life is crazy, desire is primal.
An urge not so easily ignored.
Suddenly it began to snow on top of porcelain, mounds upon mounds of snow toppled.
He grabbed a spoon and to much delight dug in to this ice cream dream.
Until the thought of her returned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem