falling in love with you
was like riding the ferris wheel 
at a dingy carnival

nervous spasms contaminate my organs
you kiss my shimmering forehead 
under winter’s fallen flakes

lifting leisurely into our first beginning 
mimicking the vintage stars during
a black and white in your
juniper scented pickup 

pausing at the peak to inhale this existence
feet dangle over the conquered summit
those emerald spectacles glance
across in contemplation

gradually we approach a downward descend
whiskey infused breath and a trembling palm
which strikes across my cheek

the cart comes to a halt- our time is up
chucking your torn flannels and 
scuffed boots onto the street corner 

off the platform and onto a new
falling out of love with you 
was like waiting in line
for the next ride.