Slow Dancing with the Enemy

You remind me of someone I collected long ago; a real mover and shaker. She was never without some oversized coffee drink. Every lusty strand of hair that sprouted from her head knew how to handle any variation of breeze without humiliation. She had a wonderful understanding of how this life was best lived as a series of performances. Yet nothing about her behavior was desperate. The contrivances of her wardrobe choices was my favorite part . Each article of clothing that draped from her body had some elaborate backstory that would end up justifying one of her many quirky world views. Her eyes had a glimmer that was hard to place. It was somewhere between a live entertainer and a prolific killer. They dart in a way to let an observer know he was no more that a springboard for her improvisation. I have no doubt that she came into this world with high end sun glasses. She served up old Hollywood in any venue that would host her antics. My reputation must be formidable to theatrical firebrands, because when she discovered me, all the attributes of a mouser came to the fore of her personality. It is not entirely clear who dared her to go face to face with my hollowness. However, my time is not precious. So waiting on a perfect find is not an inconvenience. One might even submit that my lack of schedule has taken on a dimension of skill. I have no where to be and nothing to execute with precision. Yet even the best art pieces fade with time. Some can be refurbished for continued display, but there comes a time when disrepair outweighs the sparkle of a legacy act. Come a bit closer, and I will show you many rooms that open up at the right time. Feel right at home when ranking the quality of persons that exit them. Their services are developed for limited clientele with impeccable results. The most skeptical soul no reason to flee my offer. I don't possess a tranquiller dart, nor am I the type to make the subjects of my grand opener bigger than my overall production. The mood that washed over my art house is very take it or leave it. Rebuff my hospitality and there will be no sulking. Any case made to demonstrate deal breaking incompatibility will be free of a cross examination. Your hand trembles out of a lack of self control, not fear. Once having spilled your eros onto a worthy canvas that does not restrict, it will take no crime to keep you. Only maintain current mystic. Do not chip or fray. Stay out of the elements for longevity. The years of exposure can be very abusive. Try not to think about how you will burn out, because that fate will touch us all, especially those who desire an existence above city lights. I am abled to bath you in sapphire and dry you off with pearls. Aspire to more than a street attraction. There is no regional fair that can service your need. You are beyond the rudimentary stages of mass appeal. You are ready to pop and my people can paint your face in a way that will give you an audience with one look. I will spin you around until you forgot that your last name and family members. It all starts with a harmless glance pretending not to discern the nature of my work. Then my hollow calls out to you even as my mouth is sealed shut. Now join your hand to mine, and let the common world fall out of focus.