The Love Coaster

Love is a roller coaster, isn’t it?

Clunking up that first hill, speculating, is the feeling mutual?

And when we reach the top we breathe, for only a second

because the rush, the onslaught, the weightlessness

the centrifugal force unites us in the curves and we are thunderstruck.

Then worry sinks in as we rise and fall and rise and fall

– will we stay on the tracks?

If we come loose, it’s over…

Before we know it, our car has come gliding back to reality.

Do we hold hands after the Love Coaster stops?

Do we endure, content in remembering how our wild ride began?

Or do we relinquish this titillation for the next?

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