Vanilla and Chocolate

Vanilla and Chocolate

Hair tumbles down my back.

Blonde on top, brown underneath,

Onto a slim canvas painted black.

Vanilla or Chocolate.

Two options to choose between.

One sweeter, one stimulating,

Which flavor of ice cream?

Vanilla and Chocolate

Present themselves before me.

On cones they sit, sprinkled

And paid for already.

Vanilla and Chocolate

Held out with strong hands.

Looking up I discover

Behind the treats is a man.

Vanilla on top.

A mop of golden blonde hair.

Chocolate gazes back

And holds my sight line there.

"Vanilla or Chocolate?"

Offered up to me,

The Vanilla topped man's

Chocolate eyes are all I see.

"Chocolate" I say,

Taking the sweet treat.

Hands run through the Vanilla.

The mop no longer neat.

"Normally I don't do this,"

He said, licking his cone.

"But I saw Vanilla and Chocolate

And decided to condone."

"Vanilla and Chocolate

Tumbles down your back.

I was captivated when I came in.

It sits on a canvas of black."

Vanilla and Chocolate.

Always a perfect pair.

If it were doubled,

It just wouldn't be fair.

"Thanks." I say for the

Chocolate ice cream

As I finish the last bite,

It fades into a dream.

Waking up I run my hand through

My Vanilla and Chocolate mane.

"I wish it were real," I thought

"I wish he had a name."

Off to school,

First period science class.

Looking forward to my

Free period that's last.

"Lab assignment today,"

Professor announces aloud.

"Find a partner,

Quickly now."

"Miss," pointing to me

he says, "Would you help

The new kid? He knows no one."

I nod and turn about.

Vanilla on top.

A mop of golden blonde hair.

Chocolate gazes back

And holds my sight line there.

Dark Chocolate eyes

Connect with mine.

I look for words but he speaks

First and says, "Hi."

"Hello." I say back,

Smiling meekly at him.

Vanilla and Chocolate

Is real, and is my world within.

"What's your name?"

I inquire at last.

Chocolate stares intensely

And says, "My name's-".