6ft Flaming Snowcone

I mold your three piece physique with icy focus.
Two twigs,
one carrot,
and three pieces of charcoal later
I return your smile.
Standing erect you rest my old weathered shovel against your abdomen.
Dragging
the fire-engine red plastic container
proves difficult
your 2ft deep blanket resists me.
I carefully gloss you
with the whole 5 gallons;
my anxious grin hides the indigo beneath my eyelids.
I
wait
for a brief moment
just in case you wish for any last words,
just in case you wish to come alive,
just in case you wanted to dance and sing.
Then
as the match ignites your body
I
laugh
and welcome
the heat
it reunites me
with thoughts of barbecues, and pool parties.
After 5 minutes
you are
gone,
the grass is now breathing free
of you
and my only regret
I didn't think ahead far enough
to have brought marshmallows.