The Carnival Is Over Poem by Natasha Almeida

And as the dust rose with all the walking feet
The sounds of carousels & giant wheels - deafening
The evening sky darkened
The carnival lit up with sounds unheard of & coloured lights
Lights almost blinding…
As she walked amongst the galaxy of people
She stumbled upon a bracelet
The touch of smooth rounded beads almost aroused her.
It felt warm on her cheek.
He watched from afar, the radiance of her porcelain hands
How they shimmered in warm artificial lights…
He made a sign,
Tried to call,
When she looked in his eyes she knew the bracelet belonged to him
And with her naughty smile she ran in the other direction.
In the conundrum of faces & wandering bodies,
Her eyes lit up as she took voyeuristic pleasure in his chase...
She ran like there was no tomorrow,
Assuming his chase would never end.
She stopped, panting, turned around,
She lost him.
In a promise to herself
She said she would return the next day.
Anxiously anticipating their next meet,
She smiled to herself,
With the glitter of the man's wares etched in her mind,
She knew where she would find him…
Wearing her best clothes with transparency in them & in her soul
With that hope of desire & sweet pain,
With longing & lust
With temptation & fresh memory,
She walked to the carnival.
And they said, "The carnival is over."