Sealed Words

A wooden tongue between the hinges
whispers silences, holds back breaths,
it does not speak, it keeps safe.
Codes of limits unspoken
scratches the frame with silent desires,
every dream remains unexpressed.
When a hand approaches the handle, it falls quiet;
the tongue becomes cold wind
and the heart understands it is a voiceless name.
But the same silence can be a key
to open means listening to what is not said,
and letting desire escape from the dark.