Tagged: pleasure

several bites into

several bites into
sunday, we will
suddenly
wish to slow
down, savor
every sunday
second, in our
eyes, in our
ears, melting
too quickly
on our tongues
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: savor

we are held hostage

we are together

we are together
until we are not –
if we only
knew the brevity
of pain and
joy, resentment
and pleasure, perhaps
we could make
room, immerse
ourselves for
a little while
longer,
even longer,
in one another’s
presence – stripped
to only lifetimes
.
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we are packed

without exception,

without exception,
even days can get sticky
tucked into your coat

pocket like that – pull one out,
take pleasure in its polish
.
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catching pleasure in

love is a run-on

love is a run-on
pleasure that gathers all
gestures into context

context is a butterfly
net thirty minutes
deep capturing
delicate words

words are small, wild
animals caught
and released
after tagging and
studying them with love

love is a run-on
reverie that needs
no context to roam
.
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nine out of ten, somebody

nine out of ten, somebody
is collecting data when
you least expect it –
color, shade, weight,
curve, the way it
goes down
– takes
your breath away
.
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don’t let the way

don’t let the way
they see you
wrap around the
way you see
yourself – words
wriggle with pleasure
into serpents, and
shriveled things
are just that
.
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