The ice- cream sky
The charming blue sky sits
Like a tiny round bowl
Above the horizon, where it
Secretly dribbles into the line
Where the grassy expanse
Tentatively waits for
Sitting inside the bowl,
Draped with a delicate countenance,
Sits deftly woven balls of
Creamy white clouds.
They wait serenely with their thoughts,
Pressing against the swirling sky.
Sunlight is poured out of a bottle.
Rays of a delicious golden and amber syrup is
Drizzled over the sweet temptation of the sky.
Our eyes, like lips, taste the sight.
One elongated glance provides a
Dish to wholly consume.
The essence of the view is absolutely sensual
And it leaves my lips lusting for more from
The tiny blue bowl.