i will not build
a sweet prison
with kisses as bricks
and inescapable eye locks

and feed
the imprisoned
opiated dreams
that ripple and stretch

this sweet prison
i will not build
with embraces of steel bars
and soft hairs on your arms piercing wires

to trap
the stunned
in the past and the future
scattered spaces of time
not now

no i will not build
such sweet prison
instead, i will write
bad poetry
and stay here