The spark of being
Pleasure, delight
Where love lays
In quiet
No impression left
Nor wish to mark
But the fleeting moment
Of a lifetime of pleasure…, of delight
Head rested atop supple thigh
Slow scratch upon crown
Socks tossed aside
Pleasure, delight
Widescreen entertains
Touch affirms
Eyes heavy
Another day
No impression left
Nor wish to mark
Mother gave,
Mother will take
In an exhilarating lightning sky
Is it right?
If our lives are simply
Pleasure, pure delight
Spark
Spark
On damp manuscript
Life is alight
No impression left
Nor wish to mark
Yellow, blue vista
Heaven-born in forty-four
Sparks smoke arises
Inside fires burn
In quiet
As pleasure, delight is solely private
Audio – Spark