I Want . . .
Erato and Euterpe to mesmerize me.
I want them to lay me down to a restful sleep
to wake up by their side,
having dreamed of enchanting
poetic lines of my own creation.
I want on every breath of mine
the scent of Calliope,
inhaling and exhaling her Muse.
I want to be fed poetry.
I want my drinking vessels
to absorb poesie
day after day, night after night
never to exit my soul.
Calliope, Erato, Euterpe, come to me
to stay with me to eternity.
Throughout it all,
“I Want . . .” was one of my poetry contributions for the September 2021 issue of The Year of the Poet IX, published by Inner Child Press, AKA Inner Child Press International. I have made some minor adjustments for this post.