May I interest you in a menage a trois?
A fraternité of sorts…
For words are a seductive mistress
and life a jealous cohort.
Egalité between the two
has been hectic to say the least.
Poetry hounds me day and night
and life won’t stop ’til I’m deceased.
Proposing I gave my words away
and offered them for use?
Would this be an acceptable outcome?
Faux pas or amicable truce?
I’d read your words in return, of course.
I’m sure it’s the only way!
To life and words temporary distractions,
for me it’s liberte!