Affairs Worth Remembering.

Affairs worth remembering!.

I truly love that fair lady 

who dances but 

once, or twice a year 

in the browning fields 

of Summer and Fall.

She spreads her tented skirts

and sets her enticements all around,

staking her claim to all 

the small town lovers

who wander under her 

multicolored jewels.

The whirligigs spin,

and the carousel

of her mounted ponytails fly,

with tiny tots hanging on

for a brief escape,

to the magic of this

unforgettable night.

The ferris wheels of her eyes

flash in the midnight star scape.

I once shared a first kiss

becoming a pupil in her

dizzying heights, 

as we rocked, and locked lips

high in the sky.

The lines of her palm where

fortunes are read,

whisper eerily

across the crystal ball,

that reflects her gypsy eyes.

She swirls like cotton candy,

and the men throw coins

for a glimpse of her 

sugary sweet smile.

She scatters a colorful 

menagerie of stuffed animals, 

for any who would dare 

to take a chance,

and dance with 

her best friend Lady Luck.

The carnies bark out her

seductions near the back

of this grand ladies world.

There she offers her

deepest secrets, 

the castoffs, infamous 

geeks and the freaks,

animals with extra limbs graze

sadly amidst all manner, 

of the strange and unwanted,

painted in vivid details

on the canvas of her 

biggest purse, they are locked

tight in small vestibules

where many gather to 

thank God they are normal.

She feeds the masses

always cooking with steamy onions,

and sausages plump with juice,

apples bathed in caramel,

and elephant ears 

hear the quieting of many 

tummies grumbling.

I've had many affair 

to remember in the 

cinnamon scented air, 

perfumed by her beauty

and temporal grace,

but then she is 

far too quickly gone,

off to make another 

townie love her,

leaving only a vacant field,

and my lonely stare

and emptied wallet 

to mark her passing.
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