Pleasure

There is pleasure in my neurons

There is pleasure in the graze of a man's gaze

There is pleasure in the button nose this baby doesn't know it has

In scalding sunset, in stomping the feet on a beer-sticky dance floor

pleasure in the edge of a woman's face etched into a painting by a man who has been dead for 213 years

There is pleasure swimming in a bagpipe, and clutching to the inside plane of an open piano

pleasure in a bottle--in a crystal-cut glass

But

Galloping, swallowing, enveloping and streaming beyond these pleasures is that of the

perfectly

chosen

Word