she is

she is a ferris wheel
spinning with colored
lights ablaze,
a kaliedoscope of music
playing, she is
a coaster screaming along
the narrow rails in
the blue madness
of hot summer.
she is lip gloss,
and heels, she is a
dress flying in the air.
she is the fun house
with bent mirrors,
and trap doors.
she is a dream, a cold
glass of water thrown
against your face, she is
cotton candy on your lips,
sticky and sweet,
she is too far gone,
and you want more tickets
to go there.