A poem by Julia R. DeStefano
“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.
as she bursts into colors like fireworks.
© Julia R. DeStefano