Measures Of Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding up and down many measures of pleasure,
being taken into rhythms of living in a breath-
less moment of joy.

Hoping that it will never end, seething energy
holding back time, while whistling melodies into
air currents soaring overhead.

Knowing there will be many sounds that'll turn
into vibrant colorful rhythms touching minds of
everyone throughout the night.

Drums beating into the environment, giving a kick
of joy and pleasure for the fun of it in the dark-
ness, playing with notes as they jump around.