Guilty Pleasures

Guilty Pleasures Not dark chocolate, peanut butter or anything edible; not silk or chrome or anything tangible; no gold ore, silver medallions or anything bone; no banal evening guiltily indulged in and gone; no apology whispered, nor promise betrayed; no treasure divulged, nor business deal skillfully maneuvered; no bold deity that needs appeasing, nor ancient text whose sight invites thieving– True though all of those items are pleasing, once had, they’re gone and that leads to grieving. He takes his pleasures from things eternal, whose use doesn’t reduce the original. ~ ~ ~ In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Apologies” and “Hate to Love.” Continue reading Guilty Pleasures