Waffle Cone

In my mind
I picked up the phone tonight
dialed your number and said
I feel like chocolate, you?
You said
Hell
Yes

and we met at a fast food place
and sat on cold plastic seats
and licked and licked
until our brains froze
and laughed and laughed
until our smiles froze
at which time I secured
a small chunk of rocky road
on the end of my
spoon
and flicked it into your hair

and it was war

I drove home sticky and feeling like
rainbow sherbet
wondering why
I can't stop writing poems about you