Traipse & Dance

Oh the sheer rhythm: and dust and dirt and dress and pain; and
Flare and flight; and flight and grain; and torture soft—a loving
Soul; and stand the wall—a freezing cold; and hand and hold
And hair and charm; and wave and wit and wrest and calm; and

Sun to beach and stars and cries; and rain to clouds and scars
And sighs; and gentle love—a swoon affect: a night abed: a
Cause to fret; and tares and tears and trains of love; and brass
And bass and bracts of love; and so to fly—a need to sail; and so

To love: a need for hell. We count and claim; and claim and
Count; and mount the steed; and soar the fount; and skip and flit
And sip and prance; and walk and talk and hawk and laugh; and
Oh the love, pain and death; and oh the test, fun and breadth; and
Touch a wave, a cryptic art; and sky to climb, a vine and heart; and
What to give, the face of love; and what to flame, a spatial love.