The Poetry That Binds Poem by RIC BASTASA

i want to escape from you
how can i? i am bound to every syllable.
your words no longer laces
of red silk but chains of stainless steel
around my wrists

how perfect is this slavery of words
inside this cave of emptiness

others boast of the bliss inside
the cornucopia of your promises
the taste of every consonant
ambrosia of sweet sounds
the harmony of hollowed halls
the blissful rest that every comma provides
inside an array of images
breathe breathe breathe

i want to escape from you
but here i am stranded again on an island
of metaphors

for today she sends me a message
that she feels that i am down and i need to reconstruct
every pattern every path of this
labyrinth for me to find the final exit
of my own freedom

however

i am glad that inside this loneliness
there are many of us
hanging on clinging to the taps of our fingertips
making good at the wings of words and we begin to learn to fly
inside the little space of blue clouds and shining sun and blowing air
in this cozy corner of the heart
this poetry that binds us to bleed and yet
so blithe so light so free