Heather T

gehenna burning

this halo glimmers asphyxiate charms

to a slave of slipknot eros, noosed


I wear his shackled freedom

and burn like ripe vagaries

plucked on gehenna afternoons


when he plies confession

parted, lipped, and loosed

open conjuration panting


a slippery slope, this rope

he proffers me a taste

licking sorceries for words


etched vertical across my back

staining merlot chaste

so I will hold my demons closer


and the slithered serpents tease my seams

pose to finger permissions

as I scatter on exodus wings


every good intention


fire-dancing

 

I writhe

 

behind a veil of sighs

molten

my god

 

for brimstone in his eyes