Purple

It was just supposed to be simple

Carefree, dalliances of intriguing trifles

Like a redletter day an amusement park we built

With only the thrills we wanted

Invitation stamped with dripping red wax.

After a little too much strawberry truffle

And the whiskey we slipped in to our drinks

Buzzed, arm in arm, clumsy embrace

Giggling at the exhibition of ourselves in our playground

Intoxicated on more than the fuzzy Jack

Woozy from the adult jungle gym

Eager, yet pensive about the next thrill.

We both said we didn't want to spend too much time here.

But we flowed from ride to ride to ride smoothly

Bound by our silken diversion,

Blinded with delight, and sampling each new experience

Luxuriating in the delectation of our fervent blindfold

Stacking electric thrills with fervid acceleration.

Delicious Irony that onlookers would deem us in need of authority

But our thrill seeking was very much in my control

Bare soul, locked eyes, brushing noses as the world spun with entranced delirium

And we held still while the stars painted angels halos in the sky.

Somewhere between the free fall of drop tower

And the carnival games that aren't much more than a cheap trick.

We found ourself in the mad house

"I think we could live here together" she purred

I had been thinking the same thing, but it was supposed to be simple.

Not sure if it was the waxy diversion, or the silky jack, or even the drunken control

But I consented, and pressed pleading lips to her audacious mouth.

Then like the scribbles of some psychotic screenwriter of the most vile anime

The script flipped the moment I succumbed.

Like spun sugar under running water, the latticework of our world

Formed chasm, and melted as we stood on either side.

Her: Clutching a carnival prize won with 5 bucks and a couple of well intentioned pitches. With a laconic, yet somehow melancholy smile, at memories we'd just made.

Me: Grasping for truth.

How could we incinerate this attraction so much faster than it took us to build it?