Ding  ****
I went to a word party
hosted by fellow poet Kristy.

She was dressed
to the T with grand words
that shined out divinely.

it was the highlight of my month.
And I arrived in perfect timing,
to share commemorative hug
while feasting on words
that tickle our creative pallets.

Ding ****
I was so glad to see her,
as I held glass high to toast
with passionate punch
to celebrate our fine writer gifts.

Kristy's hors d’oeuvres were delicious
with their vivid images.
The ambience that of
grand hallways framed
with luminous alliterations. 
          
The night was grand
with endless poet phases baked inside dessert.
I got drunk on her word punch.
but gratefully, I didn't have to drive home.

Thanks Kristy you are the hostess with the mostess.

I am a poet ******
Pen is needle
Words adrenalines flow,
through blood stream.
A high so habit forming
with no cure and end in sight.

Breath bonds as cost.
Moment is drug
Supplier is life.