Roller Coaster Ride Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Love is like a roller coaster ride
I’ve heard it told before
And perhaps, of course,
I’ll hear it once again.

Yet, anticipation of a slope-
Slow, steady, ever slipping
Almost never, and the eyes
Open wide to see the
Naked space spread.
Then a rush, hot, breathy
A scream, from those in
Front, who can truly see.
Then around, and around
Both love and the cart
Go aground, and then
Weak kneed – all get off to
“Let’s do it again.”