Carnival lights are reflecting in your eyes and
the cool calm of your hand is somehow
warm against the beating, piercing cold of
November night air and your laugh as some
scientific force I can't name throws us together makes
my stomach lurch in ways no coaster could
accomplish and even though you're
scared of all my favorite rides and I had to
win my own toy and the clown makes
fun of you as we pass his tank I can't
help it when the words come bursting out,
popping like a balloon
