You know
the ones
when you
see it  
it becomes
a carnival
ride that
you can
never
get off.

and their
name never
matters,

just the tilt
of their
head,

relationships
without
bad rhymes
or cliches,

and the touch
from their
lips across

your face
over and
over again.

like  electricity
running through
your veins
over and over
again.

rodeo smiles
it was like
the fourth of
july every
moment that
I was with
you,

in our
naked
bed
slumbering
under harvest
moons in

bloom..