Takes Hold

Takes Hold Hooked on a love of music, a love hook struck, a pierced imagination, poured out onto the caustic pavement of feelings and ideas; dreams where the life of the heart, our guts and all manner of adversity, alive in the folly of love, engulfed in one of its multitudinous facets, embraces an absolute joy, shredded for us who chance to catch a thread; populating the senses to that point where wrenching need, moored desire stretching its elastic bonds to breaking and rampant want find favor in the hidden crawl- space where Soul abides, darkly… unbidden, arising as a fog, bathing wounded aching hearts, voicing aloud to all that writhing vineyard-traffic that the vine is tethered to an anchor point, supporting the musical excursion, that trims the melody, emboldens chromous chords, lighting the lyrical motifs, as words create the harbor where our grappling catch takes hold, unabashed in its embrace.