Prodigal, Part 6: Pleasure Poem by James Grengs

She wakes first, sober-
Something she hasn't been in a long time.
Her head throbs with unfulfilled addictions.

He hears her stirring, and awakes;
Instantly his mind is alive with a hundred thoughts,
And a thousand fears.

She smiles at him;
He is in a good mood, today.
He decides he loves her. His money
Buys her pleasure in many shapes
And sizes: the day passes quickly in Epicurean philosophy.
They are normal, for a day;
Happy, as they should be,
And should not be-
He has run away,
Refusing to face life.
The motel cannot hide them from life.