this pleasure is a fleeting kind
unwinds away your hand cannot 
untie what isn't tied:  it flies

this pleasure is a fleeing kind
in night imagining you see up high
the truth, like sails full of breath

this pleasure is a flying kind
the moon glows a honey wink above
weary alleys unspeaking lives

this pleasure is a fleeting kind
what words say without our lips
that fruit's been lately eaten       

this pleasure is a fleeing kind
to not be caught, but only land 
soar or rise upon a flower's dream 

this pleasure is a flying kind
the life played wanders near and hear
it closely hide behind our chary eye

this pleasure is a fleeting kind.