if you look you can find your own kind of exquisite
and I know it's out there,
in the trash, in piles of cash,
in the petri dish, the wishing well, in Dante's version,
in aversion, conversation therapy, sheer luxury,
the way she looks at me and in places, I want to be,
the list is long with lots on it to visit but here you can find your own kind of exquisite,
you can take
pleasure or pain
I wonder, are they the same?