What come first the poet or the poem

I shared hearts with a true poet once

we gingerly swapped ideas, clever glances

and we embraced in life's sweet song

we lived lucid lives

never dim

but streaming nonetheless with aberration

pulsing rich with an energy that could light the moon

we danced above all others

that swam in our enveloping shadows

I gave my heart to a true poet once

I am empty now and bottomless

with nothing but these futile words to fuel my waking life

Indeed, an all needed sacrifice

to have just once tasted a love so pure