I Want . . .
Erato and Euterpe to mesmerize me.
I want them to lay me down to my sleep
and wake up by their side,
having dreamt of enchanting
poetic lines of my own creation.
I want every breath of mine
on the scent of Calliope,
inhaling and exhaling these Muses.
I want to be fed poetry.
I want all my pitchers, cups and glasses
to daily and nightly absorb poetry.
Calliope, Erato, Euterpe,
come to me please and stay
eternally with me.
Throughout it all,