you are the
rollercoaster
the high place
i can fall from
the fast car
that careens
around the bend
the shapeless figure
that chases me
through purple
dark dreams
the dentist’s drill
the doctor’s needle
the big speech—
but
you are also
the thrill of it all
the catch in my chest
as the bottom drops out
the prize on the shelf
after the contest is won
the certainty that soon
my feet will be back
on the ground
you are
the rush
the high
the wind in my face
the dazzling day
the tingle i feel
as your hand
brushes my knee
and you say
god, i love you