She took my love
for a ride
a roller coaster
sojourn along hell’s avenue,
yet I signed up
wanting the thrill
feeling the rails
ascend a certain fail
of reaching the top
very certainly a descent
crawlspace of Dante’s hospitality
for this is our account
of love when remembered
beyond the frill asking the thrill
we will skate through the shelter
our picture of fear,
by the moment,
memorialize the terror,
determine the steps
away from the ride,
our hands held together
or eyes cast askance.
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