Composer: Ed Hooke Date of Composition: August 2015 Date of Recording/Copyright:
The perils of hormones.
Process this procession in process still. A tickle to trick all? or a treat? Can
she be so unaware? With waif-like wonder, ignorant of issuing invitation. She drops
to draw on her desires - then discards.
Behold her hypnotise these watery spies. None tries to prise their eyes away. While
each heart dangles from the spangles and the jangles of her bangles. she smiles, she
angles and she reels them in.
Sparkle and shimmer. Flit. Flash. Float. She gaily glides, an apparition above the
straining stream. Curious crowds quickly coalesce in dazzled droves.
The huntress hunts her hunters. She waits and baits their restless breath. A detached
delusion on demand? A dainty dance for doting devotees. Their nurtured needs, her
knitted net, with which she reels them in.
Immune, indignant, I inveigh against this Venus of light wrap. Exultant, expertly
to expose her thin vain veiled translucency. Slightly unbalanced by her balmy bashful
beauteous gaze - but no! I shall not be deceived. Velvetly valuing my valliance in
vain - and astute advice.
Demurely she demurs not even once. Instead her tremulous and vulnerable I now see.
She too seems to see me. Suddenly self-censorious, sent crumbling my crass crusade. A
fool, I fail, fall, feel her reel me in.