We limit our flavours in adulthood
To that of a Cuban ice-cream parlour.
The flavours of our youth sit
Permanently under frosted windows;
Memories in deep freeze.
The lemon of bitter disappointment,
And the pink strawberry sweetness
Of a stolen kiss.
Darker desires kindle
In the fire of orange and liquorice.
While friendship and fun tingle
In Rum & Raisin,
In Raspberry Ripple.
And with green mint freshness of growing up
Having melted on the tongue,
All that remains is the choc-chip
Of bittersweet experience.