bound

I am drawn with your wicked imaginings
skin sinned brimstone zephyr sketched
warm swept across dark waters
of curve and nape and cleft
burning down the temples

in gardens
of my deepest night

striped with the laces of verdant uttering
this parchment blushes her moan
a slave to quilled religion
I am baptized in tongues
your exegetic doll

swallowing puddles
of your ink

grant me the saliva of your poem words
and I will writhe beneath them
freedom is anathema
pressed between your leather
sealed in wetlocked wonder

I will not be ransomed
but revel in my chains

H