He put his spoon into the cream
And felt about for the fruit
Strawberries
Raspberries
Perhaps a cherry
Seconds passed as he swirled
The metal chinked with the glass
Past meringue
Ice-cream
Even a cherry
Promises! Promises! He muttered
And proceeded to clear the contents
And he found the fruit
Deep inside
The realization of pure delight
Discovered in depths
Hidden in ice-cream
Set in jelly
Where eyes could not see
Its soft caress
Of joyous pleasure.
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Written for Poetry Jam
