Last night I wrestled with poetry br As if a lion wrestling with its prey br br I sleep poetry br I dream poetry br br I walk poetry on thin line ropes br binding together steeply slopes br I make love to poetry like a new catch br On heat waiting to be let loose from its latch br br So out of ten if I am bad, take a pen br And give me a score of five or a four br I constantly make love to poetry br With dramatic grammatical metaphors br br The root of my poetic hunger br Is I starve myself a bit longer br In sleep I twiddle my poetic lines br Sharpen them to be as fine as a riddle br br I sleep poetry br I drink poetry br Not just to quench my thirst br But to differentiate amongst br Good, Better and Best br br There shall come the day br I have to say br When I will definitely call it a truce br When I have run out of poetic juice br br 2006 - Sylvia Chidibr br Sylvia Chidibr br