Dancing with words

                 

Waiter, beer please,

I'm in a mood to talk

To the bards, the muse

By my side, serene and

Beguiling, tempting me

To bare my soul.

'Novice, stop please,

I'm in no mood to tease.'

'This is serious business,

Making love to words,

Caressing the breasts

Of truth.'

Waiter, another please,

I thirst of reasons to be,

Of excuses not to be,

Of pretending I can,

Of knowing I can't.

“Take it easy novice, you

Must die before you can.”

A long journey, I'm sure

But tonight I found a friend

In this bar, where I drink

And drink, until I dance

Gracefully with words.