Pressed to pleasure, when did hedonism
get such a bad rap? There are shades
to selfish, some less brutal than generosity.
The taste of bittersweet chocolate on the tongue
heat beneath the bed sheets in February. There’s
the thrill of a nine-year-old’s grin
after opening your gift, a charge between.
Today I watched two children gently clink bicycle
helmets this blast of light before greeting the climber.
Across the street a woman rests six milky coffees
on the roof of her car, positioning herself to be
In reach of company.