Word Cages...................................3

They say
poetry is not made for joy,
is a bar, rather,
that wraps want in beauty
seeking to trap us in letter fetters
for a sentence of life
that, reading,
we shall never live:

for writing is a prison van
which mind-to-mind
transmits the hunger for release,

when just one look
unpicks the lock,
one slow touch,
a bomb's fuse
set to break us out
of this jail of words.

So don't write to me.
Come