Return. Make love to every poem <i>again</i>. <br />Give each <i>more</i> fond caresses with your pen! <br />Fondle every spot you see you’ve missed, <br />And don’t leave till that spot has been well kissed. <br /> <br />When that beloved starts to cry for more, <br />Don’t stint her. She is not a one-night whore. <br />She breathes a sacred life borne of your breath <br />And will escort you, even beyond death. <br /> <br />Time is a slave to one who works at art <br />In likeness of the wisdom of the heart, <br />Till each word sings a chorus with the whole <br />And bears the full imprinting of your soul. <br /> <br />Your poems are Love’s Body—each requires <br />Full alchemy of all your vital fires.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/manifesto-on-the-craft-of-poetry/
