White-knuckle ride

White-knuckle ride.

I found you
On Snow Mountain,
As we raced
And dipped
Through early summer
Dusk.
Thundering and roaring
Past
Squealing crowds,
Whooping with delight
As each turn
Brought us closer.
But never nearer.

I should have known
Then
With poet's intuition
What
That electric sunset
Over Blackheath
Would bring?

A long night of passion,
Not the clear light of dawn.
And I'm certainly no shepherd.

So
I found you
On Snow Mountain.
Swooping
And rolling.
High above the heads.
The G-force
In
My stomach
Feeling
Like sex,
With your eyes
On my back.
Pulling me in.

I should have known
Then.
Funfairs look their
Best
As the sun goes down.
Scintillating jewels
of light, sharp

Against the purple sky.
(not the clear light of dawn)
And I'm certainly no prophet.

I should have known
Then.
I should have known?
But for the rushing in my ears
And the wind teasing
Premature tears
From the corners of my eyes

I was deaf and blind
On Snow Mountain.
As we raced
And dipped
Through early
Intuition
Rolling both our
Pasts
Into the lesson
Of tomorrow.
Each turn.
Nearer.
but never close enough.