Sorry Sister

I have devoured the strawberry ice cream
that was in the freezer
and that
you were saving
for a steaming summer afternoon

It looked so tempting,
Its condensation dripped and steam rose.

I lapped the cool spoon,
sipping the milky cream,
imagining your sorrowful eyes did not phase my eager tongue

Forgive me:
the fridge is now empty
but it was mouthwatering
so icy, soft, pink, and so sweet.

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