Romir Swar Week 1; Love Letter to Ice Cream

 Dear ice cream, 

I love you. 

The way you melt into me—soft, delicate, and comforting—is like no other. Each time we kiss, the contrast of your delicate cold pressing upon my warm lips evokes a feeling of security: like an infant with his favorite blanket or a child with his mother’s hand, your touch soothes me. 

With you, time slows down, and sometimes even freezes; the outside world disappears and the only thing that matters is the sweetness we share. 

You arrive in colors and textures more than of the bouquets shining in a Trader Joe’s. 

You dress more decorated than princes and princesses, draped in jewels of rainbow sprinkles and robes of hot fudge.

You smile with a caramel sweetness that makes my bitter days less bitter.

You speak in soft whispers of cream and sugar that leave my tongue right as I feel the satisfaction.

But even after you leave, your sweet perfume lingers, dancing around me romantically, reminding me that love leaves traces, even when it doesn’t stay for long.

 But goodbye to you is never truly goodbye, as I know our paths will cross again (probably tomorrow).
And while I wait upon your return, the presence of your absence grows, reminding me of the innocence I lost to the subtle bliss of your perfection.  

For what is love, if not fleeting and temporary, and with the desire of seeing you again in anticipation of that next scoop, that next kiss, that next time that I get to feel and say it all over again:
I love you. 


Always looking for you in the freezer aisle,

Romir 

Comments

  1. Oviya RaviSeptember 2, 2025 at 10:45 PM

    Hi Romir, I didn't know you felt so passionately about ice cream. It's honestly admirable that you were able to craft such detailed poetry about something that many may think of as a trivial topic. I can't say I feel as strongly about ice cream as you do but I do enjoy a nice cup of Cold Stone from time to time. Also, is that picture from Meadowlark? I've been there once and I will admit it was very good.

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  2. Jaycee SnelsonSeptember 3, 2025 at 4:50 PM

    Hi Romir, I thought this was such a cool way of thinking about this topic! Seeing your poem makes me want to write one for a blog post some time in the future. Where is your favorite place to get Ice cream? Mine is probably Menchies because I am able to mix and match flavors and toppings.

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  3. Lara Reyes-TerrySeptember 3, 2025 at 6:20 PM

    Romir, this poem is gorgeous! The descriptions at times get imagist, you tap into the senses, and even get a little playful! I actually have Baskin Robins right now, it feels fitting to mention. Your poem actually reminded me of another poem I’d read called “The Orange,” by Wendy Cope. Also food based, it’s different in that it’s not necessarily about oranges, but like your poem, it’s also really sweet (pun intended).

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