Apotheosis

We, a heap
Of moving mortal flesh
In this most spiritual of moments
Eyes opened wider than ever
Enlightened by the clamor
Of our tangling limbs
And bashing bones
So painfully, joyfully
We are becoming
Gods

intentions

when you call me, i will show up at your door
with big blinky eyes and pink lips
and behind them a sweet smile of shiny white teeth
and behind them a mouthful of sweeter venom
so toxic that after you kiss me,
even if you bleed to death
you will never
get me out
of your system