It was just supposed to be simple
Carefree, dalliances of intriguing trifles
Like a redletter day an amusement park we built
With only the thrills we wanted
Invitation stamped with dripping red wax.
After a little too much strawberry truffle
And the whiskey we slipped in to our drinks
Buzzed, arm in arm, clumsy embrace
Giggling at the exhibition of ourselves in our playground
Intoxicated on more than the fuzzy Jack
Woozy from the adult jungle gym
Eager, yet pensive about the next thrill.
We both said we didn't want to spend too much time here.
But we flowed from ride to ride to ride smoothly
Bound by our silken diversion,
Blinded with delight, and sampling each new experience
Luxuriating in the delectation of our fervent blindfold
Stacking electric thrills with fervid acceleration.
Delicious Irony that onlookers would deem us in need of authority
But our thrill seeking was very much in my control
Bare soul, locked eyes, brushing noses as the world spun with entranced delirium
And we held still while the stars painted angels halos in the sky.
Somewhere between the free fall of drop tower
And the carnival games that aren't much more than a cheap trick.
We found ourself in the mad house
"I think we could live here together" she purred
I had been thinking the same thing, but it was supposed to be simple.
Not sure if it was the waxy diversion, or the silky jack, or even the drunken control
But I consented, and pressed pleading lips to her audacious mouth.
Then like the scribbles of some psychotic screenwriter of the most vile anime
The script flipped the moment I succumbed.
Like spun sugar under running water, the latticework of our world
Formed chasm, and melted as we stood on either side.
Her: Clutching a carnival prize won with 5 bucks and a couple of well intentioned pitches. With a laconic, yet somehow melancholy smile, at memories we'd just made.
Me: Grasping for truth.
How could we incinerate this attraction so much faster than it took us to build it?