POEM: ‘Bind Me’
From Salome Libretto
When to cut is to bind,
take me
and as you come
to the tenet of my house. In the bed that is
spread across this lexicon
bind me
in the splendor of our haunting
bind me to your wrists
to your forearms, your fingers
bind me
with your leather strapped
heritage histories rituals traditions
bind me
with your tableaux fabliaux
of ragged madenss
aberrance, labyrinths
bind me
in prophecy, sophistry
as i taste you
all palistrophically erotic and
threaded with hysteria
bind me to your doorposts bedposts
For in my death i taste you
with the paradox of worship.
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