Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Pleasure)
Tiny moments of pleasure,
Like the weight of a warm paw, soft in the palm of your hand.
Like the silky fur of a sleeping cat heavy on your lap.
Like the warmth of a fleecy rug tucked under your chin.
Like the sense of your body sinking lower into cushions.
Like the undulating swell of traffic passing your window
in crashing waves of sound.
Like the smell of coffee as you savou...
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:14 am