Sonnet To Induce Love III

We trembled, love, at its defying flanks,
covered in weathered iron. Tritian dawn
descending lazily upon the ranks
of men with faces angled and withdrawn.
Ascending then, we looked ahead to see
the curls and tendrils shooting through the sky.
Your hair, a honey-stained, benign marquee,
trailed slowly, mimicking the reasons why
I love you. Creaking now with painful want
like fingers blighted with arthritic rack.
Upon the crest we sighed at the detente
That weightlessness had offered our attack.
A rollercoaster, love, is just a ride,
But still, I wonder if we might collide.