To have.
Pleasure born of desire.
To be able to enjoy.
It takes some getting used to.
The wishes of the tamed wind.
The air and the water.
The schooner that has set sail.
To experience.
Like the frogs, and like us.
The canal. A lovely walk.
The pleasure of sighing.
To experience.
To have food.
Pleasure born of desire.
To enjoy a good meal.
That one lovely walk.
Around the canal.
That delightfully lovely morning walk.
To have.
To be able to enjoy.
It takes some getting used to.
The sounds accompanying the warmth.
The bell that has rung.
Enjoying the wandering.
Enjoying the fact that we can enjoy.
It takes some getting used to.
The light close to our faces.
The tea that has steeped.
To experience.
Pleasure born of desire.
To enjoy time.
It takes some getting used to.
Time turning around and around.
Desire turning around and around.
Around the canal.
And around and around.
Enjoying walking together.
The hand on the skin of the back.
The rock that has eroded.
Around and around.
Enjoying the shade.
Around and around.
Enjoying the swirling waters.
To experience.
Like the whitecaps, and like us.
To feel desire and be able to enjoy.
It takes some getting used to.
The bloodletting.
The steaming roofs.
The lovely walks.
Delightful, around the canal.
And around and around and around.
That is enough.
That is silence.
That is the pleasure of the lovely afternoon walk.
That is enjoyment.
Pleasure born of desire.
To enjoy a delicious meal.
Enjoying that one tender dessert.
Enjoying the other tender dessert.
Enjoying the moon.
By the glow.
A lovely evening walk.
And then delightfully businesslike, too.
The book opened to page forty-four.
The gold that has been pulverized.
It takes some getting used to.
Enjoying and experiencing.
And having fun.
And us, enjoying a lovely walk.
Plenty to enjoy.
The linden trees, and us.
Alternating, around and around.
The canals.
A delight to walk.
To simply be and to experience.
The bed with fresh sheets.
To experience and to possess.
Great pleasure and great delight.
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