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