Remembering the Circus

Swaying and swings
accounts for our initial
dance. Caresses
of mild and soft
hands infatuated the
fishes inside our bellies
while irrational-pebbles
kept our feet tingling.

The valley we travelled
swung around us,
tilting and shaking our
cores - making the flames
of our candles die.
Everything kept on
spinning and we became
a carousel of melted
candies.

We continued with
our play: pulling and
spinning, quiting and
shoving until
our lips became
acquainted.
the lights of our
candles re-lit while
that of the circus died.
and for an instant,
Love was brightest
in the dark.