Would you?

I found Keats in a café,
Blakes in a bar, and
My scribbled poems in a dustbin.
You change and
Exchange
What you don't need
In this world.

Can you too hear
The voice of a dreamer,
Singing songs spun by bards
Across time and space?

Do you too feel 
That ravenous thirst
And hunger
For fiction and love
And some jazz in between?

Do you too feel my face
Like a mirror pressed on to 
Your tanned skin
Like I feel your sunlit hair?

By the way, would you rather 
Read this love poem
With your old classmates
Across your desk during
A boring board exam?