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
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Author:
Heather T (
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Very well written. Dark, deep, lyrical.
"and the slithered serpents tease my seams"
Incredible line. Very well done.
Hey, SM! I don't think we've met. Thank you humbly for kind replies. Hope to meet you more.
I hope so. You're very talented and quite mysterious.
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Yeah hell yeah crank that up pulsing even Belial is cowering to this
you have dropped promethian thunderbolts
Excellent
An "excellent" to split my face ear to ear. Thank you, my friend!
You are welcome 🌹
Gifted beyond words your slant-eyed look at the world raises the bar every time -- another burst of metaphoric stars again Heather. Great work.
Another jewel amongst your treasure.
Another amazing write Heather.
Very lyrical nicely done
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