Ice Cream Lips

Word Count: 109

My lips are ice cream talking under the sun
The beach days evoke a rendezvous with love.
The heat of her feet cooled by the pool,
Flashing thoughts seek relief from the fools

Tapioca pearls – strawberry world hoping to unfurl
Tiny, pink strains of color – a sample for the girl
At sunset or sunrise, she doesn’t pay any mind,
but the slow burn of heat rays demarks our time.

The experience escapes us both, my eyes linger on the boat.
Has the moment passed for this float to last?
The remnants of my milk drip down her lips
but I realize now, I just barely gave her a glimpse.