Slurpies

You could make slur pies if you had enough syrup.
Miles of yumminess.

A helicopter flying in fast, upside down
could mix them up quick.

An Alaskan treat; rivers of frozen dessert.
The manna of dreams.

Some child's fancy?
Perhaps, but another child's come true.

9/19/11

Rising on Thermals

A sweet confession

assuaging  guilt and regret;

curative honey,

Soaring on thermals,

sucked from mire of lost galleons;

tasting forgiveness.

Wafts of hot steam

penetrating raw marrow;

washing away blame.

The very first kiss

The allure of maiden breasts

The absence of shame.