square in the solar plexus did she strike me
with her eyes
as I balled my fist into a tight nugget
and imbedded it into my chin
Pistachio no less, as green as park grass.
yet, I'd seen and sampled these flavors before,
some with tiny spoons, some with full scoops,
including a double and triple decker at times.
nothing better in summer than pistachio melting.
my mistake was not realizing sooner
that this particular flavorette would
melt into my heart, all gooey and such,
dripping pleasingly onto my soul,
which lapped it up eagerly.
somewhat disgusted at this reaction
I applied Brillo pads
and rational thought,
to cleanse both of them of this messiness.
But the damn flavor kept coming back
and the Brillo pads by the case were expensive.
so, being smart I figured what the hell,
inundated them with other flavors and
smothered them with Walnut Pecan
then New York Cherry Cheesecake
and Decadent Chocolate Dreams.
those seemed so much better suited.
but a day or two later
pistachio is back, like she never left
and now she's got company
maraschino cherries, twins no less
and I'm set to wondering
what the hell is the gestation period
for maraschino cherries?
twins? was it a C section??
like how in the hell does one
keep the delivery personnel
from tasting the damn children??
Well, when all else fails, ignore the problem
it will go away
or so I hoped..wished...begged
but no, she comes on in my dreams
as a five star banana split.
and I'm like so frucking confused by this time
I just wanna stick her in a blender
and push number nine
and then........
unexpectedly got a case of my favorite
~home made, real vanilla~
marvelous, delectable, sensual
yet
with a most distinct;
~pistachio after taste~
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
You sly fox, you.
