Write

Write me with full meaning not incomplete,
Do not put me on the door of meaning
Then under the pretext explainers..
Raises a whirlwind of criticism.
Do not crowned me by poems,
Then by letters tighten me to the bed of thoughts.
Do not extracted sweet talk from my lips,
Nor liquefied musk from my neck,
Do not mobilize armies of language in my ground,
Nor warble your poems,
My doors are closed, wrapped in silence
You are too close to letters
Too distant from heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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