Points of Pleasure…

Points of pleasure mixed with pain -- 
these are the gentlest kind. 
Melancholy grief again -- 
a precious cruel find. 

 Metronomic thoughts unwind 
in metered rhythmic rhyme. 
Twisted echoes of the mind 
caress a pantomime. 

Gentler features contraband 
Bind a martyred soul. 
 Terror grips a tempered hand 
as gales begin to blow. 

 Hurricane my troubled friend, 
  ally in despair. 
Peaceful do you seem to me 
when I at times compare.