Always a Friend

Poetry, You are Illumination! Not the point of descent but the ascending apex of God's triangles – you come to me, a bride...after the dutiful converse, you come to me, dear wondrous composition~ wearing your verbal gown of transparent white: Why do I write? And why breathe, make love? The in and out of creation somehow such death and resurrection becomes us both, the draw of life despite the often editing crosses – We are best when up against the wall... that writer's block, that impasse, that paralysis!~ poetry my sledge and saw, the reason for eyes and hands, power to transcend vision into new horizons however they defame you, my lyrical rib: abuse you with singsong cords and hackneyed personifications, even the erudite who only basically attend to me you are nearer perfection... Always, a divine lover and friend!