that girl

Take me to the fair again?

Feed me

fried foods and laughter,

arms entwined

holding hands

we'll ride the rides

more than tipsy;

And on the morrow

after little sleep and

flesh on flesh,

I will kick your ass out the door

So…call me…

take me to the fair again?

as was

she was not herself these past months

with you, she was something…more...

it was only a moment, but she knew herself

knew you;

possibilities scared her, thrilled her

you took her…as is;

Returned her, as was,

something…less…