New poem: "Like Beatrice and Dante"

 

Like Beatrice and Dante

 

It loses something, the supreme meaning

of its mystical seeing, the gnostic truth

of its hidden imperative, if talked about

in the light of day, that special communion,

something like but definitely not the same

(just the opposite) as the love that dare

not speak its name, my easy friendship

with a very proud man who fell so deep

into the pit that he could not find his way

out again, until we met one day in beautiful

Georgian Bay and struck a relationship,

something like Beatrice and Dante,

but definitely not the same.