Taboo

I think the purpose of taboo
is sort of as a last resort:
When people cut
their love lives short—
when isolation walls us off—
then, like a lung-awaking cough,
taboos
are
broken
&
people
open
up to the nakedest of things—
love, which is why the caged bird sings.

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image: Shatner & Nichols, 1968