Insecurity Of Pleasure Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I'm experiencing pleasure now but how long will it last?
You hold my body close without awareness of limits
For they have reinforced in me so violently the connection between what I produce and what I earn that I apply it to all things

The connection makes me insecure
Makes me sad to crave the rare moments when you bring over a bottle of gin
Straining sand through a pan like working forty or more years and not being able to hang on to pleasurable respites

None of us who are blessed with a brilliant destiny
That promotes itself and makes you seem bigger than you are
We content ourselves with long interactions or temporary idylls, simple bodily requirements
We have a nice dinner out and it makes us forlorn