Pleasure Centers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wagon wheel set up against the building, ivy climbing upon
it energetically without any qualms at all, nature nourish-
ing and nurturing it from the ground up.

A delightful display of foliage touching my mind with it's
essence and beauty, spectacular thoughts always splurging
vibrantly into intellect.

Being transferred into my mind where they are then written
into poetry, music in the background, cheering me on with
smiling pleasure.

Touching pleasure centers of my mind so selectively and
intimately, no one ever knowing how exquisitely I feel
the joy of writing poetry intellectually.