Carousel is essentially about treasuring the things that
matter to you.
Carousel
I like to dream at night of the
fine black color of your hair,
the way you’d write me from
the farthest corners of our
balcony,
of the sighing sound you’d make
when my fingers would tease the
ample contours of your hips and
I have sat you down and haven’t
found flaw enough to leave us
broken, to leave us strung out
and
forgotten like polaroids and
the
silence around that old
carousel still
turning in the park, the swings
fall
creaking to the ground, another
signal
that will not let me down.
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