for a red little furry
can be as strong as the affection for a soft,
yellow plush-
the soles of Big Bird, or
the cookies of Cookie Monster
Cannot compare to the flowing fudge sundae
that bubbles and smokes in my heart, the drumming
as it pounds in my ears and inside me
The flowing fudge sundae on a summer day
the sundae parallels with the drools of a lost red lover,
the one that got away-
it was on a Sundae, and
by Monday, he was gone.