How do we wrestle together?
Forcing out these words in brute ways
Out of mouths that are locked by lost keys

They are ruffled and all rattled
Ink would suffice
It would flow more easily
For our shaking hands

What we write
Our privet letters that are locked in small cabinets
Rarely let out to breathe

We do not know what is out there
Lost keys lock our dreams
Let us free our tongues

One day