Etymology of Pleasure

Breathing reflections' fealty
within the finitude of dawn's flesh
bedecked of piecings that unpin
the swollen majesty of stroke and skim.

Dogged minstrels sustain;
their pulsings assuming pace, preemption.

The visited years of intent
hasten the limit of garden
to rear the ripening mercy of aged hours.

As expectance sires those gathered touches of wave,
the toy existence of night's sanative bounty
binds charge.

And we dream the drink of devotion:
what sets fix to the limits of man,
the fails of all hands.


© Christopher Brandon Lancaster