I search for peace

pleasure drives 90 down the highway

the wind in her hair and the top down

peace takes the long route home

doesn't mind the extra hour

pleasure makes the heart flutter

golden glamor, a flicker of light

peace holds her hand, squeezes

for reassurance and stillness

pleasure professes its love, loud

in public, down on one knee

it makes promises that it cannot keep

in the morning, pleasure leaves

it is a guest, a tourist at best

peace is quieter, it remembers

to skip the creaky steps in the stairs

to turn off the light in the hall

climbs into bed, warm against her

peace gets a good night's sleep