she rode the tilts
masterful in the way of the reins
moving with grace
my gaze stolen

the pounding pounds
as each pump pumps
a renewal
maybe it is but an illusion

I could tell it is a charm
yet sanity remains
anger persist
yet cravings increase

I would embrace
and I will hold
never releasing
oh, teach me to hold so it holds.
© @Siwoniku AD