8.

The days were getting
lazy slow
and the clouds
ran down your face.
For three songs and a cherry
I bought a ticket to the carousel.
In my head.
The seats are fixed to my hair.
I spin and watch your face
changing expressions
and shapes.
The guard told me
to get off
but the spinning has never stopped.
I turned three round behind your lips
and came back.
The carousel has never stopped
but the grass started growing fast.
Grew over my watch
and in my hair
on my dress.
I bought an other round
to remember the taste.