All the Flourishes in the World

fluid melodic getting more and more drastic the moment she gives in to him she regrets it a throat   a chest trying to press themselves a current of air air through the mask all the flourishes in the world the fingers, the foot trilling, the breath keen responding to recitative closing and opening out from the head with the hands carry it through the aria carry it through the chorus when finally does, waltzes a solo but not alone “let's waltz a rumba" never gives in to the waltz never embellished motifs, mimetic, sign language as clear gesture displacing singers he likes this sound muted and pronounced effort of error she likes this sound weight, irrepressible effort of eros they talk about their differences w/out trying to change or be changed regretting herself where do we meet each other w/out trying to hang or be caged