You never force my hand
to grasp and plunge into
your sweet circular security.

When I take you in
my mouth you melt down
my throat and I shudder.

My dry lips wetten
and I kiss your cold body
sculpted and curved in crystals.

The longer you sit revealed
the faster you melt
spilling onto the summer sheets.

Mother always warned
that it was a sin
to eat ice cream in bed.