Heather T

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

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2017 19:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: So...I really like books.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 53
  • User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..


  • FredPeyer

    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! 🙂

    • Heather T

      Thanks Fred, but actually it's a tweak on an older write 😁

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful write.

    • ShannonXx

      Wonderful use of words! Absolutely love reading your poems with their expression

    • Carmine Branco

      You are no commoner to words. You breathe vision and exhale poetry. Excellente.

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