But the infatuator is actually. The laughing hooves of a perfect heart reinventing intensity for the stark bodies who want it black and hard and a golden-feathered sun bird. Get her to a rhythm and she dances beyond effort and unconquerable toward her vision. A bull and an elephant side by side/ each one in a daydream about the other which combine to source a prayer, her power, her grace, her cherish, and bound for a joy so coarse and sure they don't ever notice they're there together.
