The Hidden Stone-bluck

I don't know where my inspiration lives
but I do jam her by the roadside
in the city of imagination
Whenever we meet,
we do exchange gifts
She gives me ideas
I give my time
and my mind: my attention
I give more, she gives less
but does more
when I sleep less
and some times when I sleep more
Other times when I'm alone

She does visit in my dream too
but comes in hazy beautiful rags
 
If I could know where my inspiration lives
you will never know sleep once
I will keep serving you
with pieces too tasty to decline a munch
inspiration is like Rachel
I served for 7 years twice
to get her matrimony bid

Pending the time I get married to Inspiration
with no clause of divorce in the binding page
keep relishing the drops
till I suffocate you wish a gush
that will rush into your reading throat wet with wild appetite