Surefire attraction,
emotion energy, captive, made art into dance … by fire and bodies, ranked by
indifference, taking pain for granted, filled with passion … to call it love,
failing occupation, succeeding sexuality—those with story, with myth, with
culture. Surefire elixir, falling and standing, coming and going, trapped and
adoring the cages—as lost creatures, cured and crazy, a slight change in
essence, and life is too heavy to wheeze; eye-heart, ocean breeze, seas and
seahorses—by torture to succeed, by rage soothed, and flying was excellence
upon a dart. Surefire and tender. Angry and ecstatic. Fretting filled with
surety. A lost soul, found by love,
so ancient the artifact, so casual the lifeline, as if the sun was held by
affection; a treasured treachery, so lost on one premise, fraught by emotion
energy. By daylight, a cherished winter,
subtle into snow covered leaves, and Love was chased into frenzy.
