Your Sweet Delights


Ain't got no moves.
No jukes, no jives, no gazes in the eyes.

Only thoughts is all.
Of love, of light, of your sweet delights.

Forget the schemes.
Be blonde, be blue, be happy and true.

Crack a big smile.
Through lies, through sneers, through whispered smears.

We could create pure trust, where nothing is held back and everything is unmasked.  It would be difficult, the survival instinct of pride has captured our natures.  A good life is not good enough, a complete life is what we want.  An exhausted and used life.  One that is not remembered, or emulated, or admired, or rewarded.  Only completed, without fear, without regret, without apologies.  The senses are where the wonders lie, identify our sweet delights through them.  What we like to taste, what we like to see, what we like to hear, what we like to smell, and what we like to feel.  Isolate, then combine, then isolate, then combine, and on and on.  Solitude has its limits, we are made to share.  Our soul is fed when we give.  Something divine is at work, these mysteries are always interesting.  And then the thinking begins.

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