WORDLOVE’S ELEGY

Prisoner Poet #BJ0177

I expected rape and it’s quite simple: I am in prison. Look at me: pretty, petite—seek no more than a bed my body: a back-alley-in-wait.

Eyes unravel me. Lies, and time spent in showers: the stranger’s candy. Hope is also simple.

Then, suddenly you became me: handsome fire, Dreamer-in-Lava, blaze of audacity, the snake that is hidden & one that dreams in summer leaves, my feet made fear shoeless and two hells made heaven.

Mortal muse, Blazentine we fuse I am stopped, as love breathes smooth and wet,

I am not in control.

Your emptiness completes my void.

Then, guards escort you but don’t return you.

My brain turns a cage. This heart: piled dead doves.

Love’s not stopped at the prison gates, is not life extinct is not fatal fruit, is not an idol is not even a blue ship cutting briskly upon its death-mask.

Does love upset you? Does its intelligence outsmart you? Do I surprise you because you cage my skin but I still, like germs, spread life.

I love you & it is simple: without you, I expect rape.