Air Balloon High, Then Low
~ ~DURING THE RIDE~ ~
high waves sheer lunette
miles of lithium popping haze
air carousels swoon
crisp thrills up up there
mountain cones scaling bite-size
crazed arms touching moon
~ ~ AFTER THE RIDE~ ~
why, what's so funny
with wonderbra i'm wearing
down my waist, floppy!
(( for S*K*A*T's air balloon ride contest :))
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2010
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