3 scoops from you

An angel licks an ice cream
cone. on an LA side street
and the heat is rising
off the pavement
sweat slowly runs down
the sweet curve of her back
sticky shadows,
windy alleys,
and the whole thing
smells like vanilla.

You ask her to come over tonight
She says she's been drinking too much
wine to even hail a cab.
but that's never stopped you before
you remind her gently in your
deep throaty voice.
that she steps into her shoes and steps out
the door.
and she winds through the traffic
of this city thinking that maybe
she loves you enough.
loves you like chocolate.

You greet her at the door
in red.
You wear red like sweet wine.
the taste of your lips.
warm.wet.
It's a storm coming baby.
strawberry rain.
you run your finger down her cheek.