Poetry Drips Like Poison


drips like poison
from his fingertips
and passion
seizes his mind
until there is no more hope.
is found in the most unlikely places
and freedom’s price
is a life well lived.
safety, anonymity and assurance,
good intentions
may rob your soul
of its open window
may close out the light
until your love wastes away
in a dark cellar.
The prisons of our minds
are no more dangerous
than the eyes with which we see.

And I wanted to love you.
But you took away my voice.


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