#popsicle - Hello Poetry

i. a summer day, sticky hot, i can feel the sweat running down my back. the sun shines without mercy. an ice cream cone sits in my hand as i wonder who will come to end my bitter loneliness. ii. the boy reeks of summer, his smile radiating from his mouth just as the sun radiates heat. he doesn’t eat ice cream, he says, something about being lactose intolerant? i can’t focus on anything but his sparkling hazel eyes. iii. it’s still warm but not uncomfortably so. we’re seated on the green grass. it’s evening and the sun has begin to sink beneath the horizon. purple and rose hues take over the blue of the sky as we watch in awe. i don’t know what happens but suddenly our eyes are off the sky and on each other. his lips taste like a cherry popsicle. iv. we have late nights every day watching the stars. each star makes me wonder, in a world as fantastically cosmic as ours, how did i have the fortune to meet you? i wonder if you are thinking the same thing. every day the same thing happens and every day i don’t know what led to it but now our eyes and sticky hands and sweet lips are on each other and now it is the stars’ turn to watch us. v. he loves ice cream but it isn’t good for him. vi. every time i eat a cherry popsicle i think of the boy with the hazel eyes.

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC

tree_

summer boy

i. a summer day, sticky hot, i can feel the sweat running down my back. the sun shines without mercy. an ice cream cone sits in my hand as i wonder who will come to end my bitter loneliness. ii. the boy reeks of summer, his smile radiating from his mouth just as the sun radiates heat. he doesn’t eat ice cream, he says, something about being lactose intolerant? i can’t focus on anything but his sparkling hazel eyes. iii. it’s still warm but not uncomfortably so. we’re seated on the green grass. it’s evening and the sun has begin to sink beneath the horizon. purple and rose hues take over the blue of the sky as we watch in awe. i don’t know what happens but suddenly our eyes are off the sky and on each other. his lips taste like a cherry popsicle. iv. we have late nights every day watching the stars. each star makes me wonder, in a world as fantastically cosmic as ours, how did i have the fortune to meet you? i wonder if you are thinking the same thing. every day the same thing happens and every day i don’t know what led to it but now our eyes and sticky hands and sweet lips are on each other and now it is the stars’ turn to watch us. v. he loves ice cream but it isn’t good for him. vi. every time i eat a cherry popsicle i think of the boy with the hazel eyes.

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I've had my time in bars. Rather, Parked out back in cars. Chasing Dragons through the stars. Destination Far from Mars. Cross eyed Painless fearless heart. Cut frame Welcome, here we are. Presently Manifesting Arden far. Dancing Feasting ******* hard. Creating Broken blemished hearts. Tarnished Famished far flung stars. Tarnished famished far flung stars.

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Nov 18, 2020

Nov 18, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC

Mikeluciano

Tarnished Famished Far Flung Stars

I've had my time in bars. Rather, Parked out back in cars. Chasing Dragons through the stars. Destination Far from Mars. Cross eyed Painless fearless heart. Cut frame Welcome, here we are. Presently Manifesting Arden far. Dancing Feasting ******* hard. Creating Broken blemished hearts. Tarnished Famished far flung stars. Tarnished famished far flung stars.

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i take my first bite, smile because i am about to mar something whole. it sits against my tongue, hard palate freezing, ice cream melting, strawberry crushed to pulp. cream goes down my throat. i take a second bite, wait like the first time, get impatient, chew— seeds get stuck in my teeth. a third bite, a fourth, fifth, pause— hover and hesitate. the air is cold against my lips. i bite—strawberry, cream, seeds, ice, oh— i hit wood.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC

kai-kashino

pop [indulgence]

i take my first bite, smile because i am about to mar something whole. it sits against my tongue, hard palate freezing, ice cream melting, strawberry crushed to pulp. cream goes down my throat. i take a second bite, wait like the first time, get impatient, chew— seeds get stuck in my teeth. a third bite, a fourth, fifth, pause— hover and hesitate. the air is cold against my lips. i bite—strawberry, cream, seeds, ice, oh— i hit wood.

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Hey , come here baby Let me touch you over there Oh , my ! Your so cold Let me warm you up With some gentle care Let me strip Off your wrapper Let me lick you there Uum , you sure Taste so good When your stripped down bare Oh , my ! Your melting so fast My hands are getting wet But don't worry baby A couple of tiny licks And one giant slurp And you'll begin to quake Oh , my popsicle on a stick Your sugar tastes so sweet Your doubled barreled Swing lock action Has got me come complete

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Popsicle (Explicit)

Hey , come here baby Let me touch you over there Oh , my ! Your so cold Let me warm you up With some gentle care Let me strip Off your wrapper Let me lick you there Uum , you sure Taste so good When your stripped down bare Oh , my ! Your melting so fast My hands are getting wet But don't worry baby A couple of tiny licks And one giant slurp And you'll begin to quake Oh , my popsicle on a stick Your sugar tastes so sweet Your doubled barreled Swing lock action Has got me come complete

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How should I refer to him? By Popsicle or Corpsicle?

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

joseph-j-breunig-3rd

If My Father is Kept Via Cryogenics... [10 Words]

How should I refer to him? By Popsicle or Corpsicle?

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