A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Jake Weirick on Unsplash

“Take me to the water,” I whisper.

My Amusement Mile,

Coney Island of your mind

where eyes become hands.

Once, they called it the Pleasure Wheel

and I believe it, too.

A strong man.

Provider of a heavenly ascent.

But first, the Zipper.

The Sea Dragon gaining speed with each cycle.

Coming up against one another

like bumper car enthusiasts

in a thrilling rollercoaster ride

through the Tunnel of Love.

Hearts in a tilt-a-whirl.

Minds in a Scrambler.

An intense force to propel us into the next state.

Sharing the extreme urge to hold on tight.

Because it’s a fun world, after all

with a woman who straddles the realms

of kitten and lioness like a carousel horse,

and loves with the strength of a high-striker bell.

She knows she is the World’s Fair.

Every inch of her

an achievement worth crowning.

Around each corner,

a prize to be won no matter the angle.

Refreshments endless

as she bursts into colors like fireworks.

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