Wordlove’s Elegy Poetry by 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.