iced cream

Allergies,
beloved sin of headache
sharp, tangy and alone,

thin empty tribute to the hunger,
of a cold voice. I am not your slave.

Pistachio,
beloved green shell breaking
creamy cold and callous,

thick icy tribute to the agony
 of sweet release, I am not your slave.
 
You,
beloved lush poetry breaking
smooth holy romance,

thin fiery tribute to the torture
of freezer burn. I am not your slave

either.