Knowing where to find it,
to chase on soft shores;
to follow in dark rooms;
to tempt with promises.

A game of attraction,
a one-shot
irreversible play.

A butterfly in a too-tight fist;
the memory,
just a handful of smoke;
a shapeless inspiration;
a vile threat of possession.

The capture demands a sacrifice,
laid at your feet,
never to fly again.

Inspired by Chekhov’s play The Seagull