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
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Author:
Heather T (
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No wonder it took you a while to post again. This incredible poem must have taken you a long time to write!
But to be honest, I would rather revel without any chains! 🙂
Thanks Fred, but actually it's a tweak on an older write 😁
The sensuous grandeur of your choice of metaphor is simply breathtaking Heather - this read had me thrashing in admiration of its clever erotic flavour and brilliant last stanza. A wow of a read which goes straight into my favourites.
Wonderful write.
Wonderful use of words! Absolutely love reading your poems with their expression
You are no commoner to words. You breathe vision and exhale poetry. Excellente.
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