and it's rollercoasters and the bottom of my stomach meets the tops of my teeth and i slide to the left, bump into your bony hip my arms fly up scrape the superstratosirius clouds that plug up my nose and the corners of my eyes see sky...sky. and then. the bobbing heads below swooosh hard turn i bite my cheek you laugh and the people discontent go around and around on brilliant creatures never born, they do not notice us as we kiss only wear themselves out and reach for the brass ring