I am drawn with your wicked imaginings
skin-sinned brimstone zephyr sketched
warm swept across deep waters
of curve and nape and cleft
burning down the temples
in garden\'s dark
and swollen night
striped with the laces of verdant uttering
this parchment reddens her moan
a slave to quilled religion
I am baptized in tongues
an exegetic doll
swallowing puddles
of your ink
grant me the saliva of your poem words
and I will thrash beneath them
freedom is anathema
pressed between your leather
sealed in wet-locked wonder
I refuse your ransom
and revel
in your chains