Sweet pleasure and rare delights…

Sweet pleasure and rare delights…

(A old poem, from 1980)

 
Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched.
They burn the heart till death lets you escape.

Beautiful woman dance in my memory,
sweet gifts from tender hearts held forever in my dreams.

Yesterday I wouldn’t question the gift of love,
today the tender touches and memories of bodies wrap around me.
They left painful memories of things lost and never to be regain.

If you don’t reach for anything, take no chances.
What pleasure can be touched?

The pleasures can be so many.
Life is a wonderful journey.
Sweet pleasures, rare delights.

John (Coyote)