Oh so safe

After getting on the flippy Ferris wheel thingy at the busker carnival:
"It's swinging. Why?! Make it stop now"
"I can't do anything"
"Okay, fine. but we're safe, right? It smells like it's burning.. that's not safe"
"Yes, we're safe, darling"
"I want off. Look, I can't breathe"
*laughs* "We can't. Not yet. A few more spins"
*screaming and general trauma ensues*
An hour after we got off:
"Can we go again?!"

Minor interruptions

"Trust me", he said. But it wasn't his voice.
A flood of words, flashbacks, and a touch that chains.
The ebb and flow of memory.
Shaking... I cling to myself, to this moment, to him.
In a matter of seconds I come right back up, breathing,
and almost unharmed.

pearls and a red dress

I sat across from you at that Greek restaurant and you told me your secrets.
Between us: years, a candle, a plate of olives, and a bottle of pinot noir.
I listened long enough to know that the words were fragile but not long enough to realize I would give them back.