Honey and lavender ice cream

Ice flower  

with your milk skin bathed in magic  

you blackmail the rain with your lavender lips 

cloying the memory, 

illuminating the memories 

driving away the tempest 

bringing closer the digestion  

of moments lived. 

Flower of milk and honey –

brush that colors the pleasures of a floral kiss;  

as sweet, as simple, as lethal  

as love itself. 

Or perhaps like a honey and lavender ice-cream

that tastes of silences and dreams, 

that tastes of honey and desire, 

that tastes of ludic lavender, 

in creamy kisses 

bathed in moonlight. 

Delicious, 

creature that smells of lavender and tastes of honey 

you annihilate the illusion of dessert in a kiss of colors.