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.