Keen, I hunger to enchant the mind of a Poet
To entreat their thoughts with sweet epiphanies
Kindling dialogue, our mind's sensuous duet
We exchange locquacious litanies
Sharing the fruits of my Love's labour
I craft libations for the mouth of my muse
Moored on the deeps of the divine harbour
Our spirits meet, collide and fuse
Talking in torrents I ******* thoughts
Before they spill forth unto open ears
In friendship, Poets enjoy mutual rapport
That flowers, flourishes through the years
     I entreat Beauty with a snare
     Enchanting with delightful blare