The poet’s night out.

This cunning linguist so loquacious is he

His lascivious tongue moves freely

He speaks with freedom and rhyme

Moving his ideas line by line

Drunk on speech as if it were fine wine

He will charm her if he can

Free roaming existing without a strict plan

Becoming jovial and sentimental as the drunkenness progresses

For she has caught the poets eye a eulogy to her he professes

For he is having a joyous time and her beauty is so magnificent

Though he acknowledges this evening and its merriment is transient

As all things are, and in the morning when the wine has been drunk

The words spent memories blurred and the brain is pure funk

But for that short period he promises a dance in words and ideas

Wrapping each other in ecstasy and temporarily letting go of fears

Lost in the process of conveying and interpreting meaning

For a short experiential moment we can keep each other dreaming.

But she is a realist and falls not for his dialectical

Explaining she wants something that is real not theoretical.

So it seems that having your way with words can be much easier

Than having your way with women as they can be much choosier.