he came back

like carnivals in the summer

and

as if I had waited all winter long for the opening day

I ran towards him

First one on line

Bought every ticket until I was sure no one else could have a ride

It was my turn

And my turn only

I rode him like a cowgirls first lesson

Not yet having learned how to sit properly on her stallion

but knowing she didn’t want to fall off

so

My nails held deep conversations with your skin

until it left echoes in your pores

scratched my dna into your back so that I could fill your missing link

I think

we were made for this moment

Father Time still trying to invent clocks

that can record how long we’ve been here

in love with lust all over again

I just want to run with him

somewhere foreign

run until we find the rainbows with promised gold at the end

run to the place where lovers find the sun setting in each others eyes

where crowds are ignored because I am too caught up in the thrill of his

hips

gyrating

thursting forward

then back

to our own soundtrack

I want to touch my lips to his temples

so that he can remember our first kiss

Just
run
run

to a place like this

where its always sunny

and
carnivals
don’t go away