Hummingbirds and lizards move in the cool afternoon sunshine,
Each seeking food in the tranquil gardens.
An ocean breeze, barely felt, yet just enough to cool,
Touches the faces of those wandering the grounds,
Looking for self, and God, in alternate moments.
Only to be discovered they are one,
In this paradise they call Mater Dolorosa.
Here she comes again,
On the horizon, I see the sun rising,
Fog lifting and the breeze picking up.
All beckoning the course of my desire.
Pleasure Island again.
I can never pass you by.
On its way, a moment of pleasure surges once again,
A delightful stimulus,
Immediate in feeling,
Difficult to suppress, as if I might want to?
Yet, she visits often,
Sometimes with a longer pathway ahead.
Time to go out this evening,
Rather than stay in,
And read, watch TV, do the chores.
The desirous sister takes me once again,
And introduces Sister Pleasure,
To the dancefloor once again.
For a fleeting moment or more rarely—sustained,
Pleasure visits us,
Accompanied, and never undetected.
If only enjoined by the soul,
For a moment of misunderstanding.
For what is the meaning of pleasure?