POEM - 31 Flavors

I have my weaknesses
Laid bare at the door
Of any ice cream parlor
Exposing my passionate desire
To revel in varied sweet depths
Of milky chilled delights
A smorgasbord of verigated pleasures
Calling like a concert of Sirens
Sweetly singing
Delectable Arias
And I envision a surrender
As I succumb
To it's intoxicating bouquet
Wandering aimless
Amidst a Pantheon of flavors
Indecisive
Light headed
A quiver with anticipation
Each decision more attractive
Every option good
How, my dear, is it done?
Faced with such temptations
You are resolute
Unfettered
A devout disciple
Unbreakable
The binding tether
Lashing me to the mast
A trusty anchor
For my windblown potentials
But you are not vanilla
Nor plain chocolate or strawberry
Not even Neapolitan
Like some collective of normality
No, you are deeper waters
Holding the secrets of the sea
And this Ulysses remains
And only hears the beckoning songs
As background tunes
While I step to counter and order
The usual
I know what you like
You are cheesecake ice cream
With a scoop of roasted almonds
And a liberal sprinkling
Of English toffee crumbles
In a large waffle cone
And this is right
Every time
Dashing the Siren's songs
With each magnificent lick
Of a perfectly balanced confection