And There Were Seven Cardinals

1.
When you touch me
I remember my body
The way it feels to want
Slip between the flesh
And slide your fingers over my gums
A bolt of lightning
A flood of pleasure so intoxicating
Wine on the tongue
Honeycomb in teeth
Let me taste of you

2.
Gorge and you'll burst
But I am molded of plasticine
See how wide I stretch
Full past the brim
Stacked precariously
A tower bound to fall
Just stand beneath me
With hands outstretched
And wait

3.
Look upon me
Behold my shine
Cover me in gems
Turn on the flash
And watch as the stars grow jealous
Press gold into my bones
Diamonds in my eyes
Cut me open
And see I bleed silver
Enough is never enough is never enough

4.
If I could
I'd sleep through it all
Through the deaths of loved ones
Through the births of children
Through celebrations of peace
Through the horrors of war
I'd sleep through the fear of knowing
Through lost love
I'd sleep through you
Through us
The universe would die of heat
And I would feel
None of it

5.
I would hunt you down
For the love of the game
I'd let your skin rot off the bone
Watch as your muscles become slop
Point nearby crows
Towards the delicacy of your eyes
No leather would be taken
No wool shorn
No trophy kept to show I've won
I'd hunt you down
And leave you there
Till the fungi return you to dirt
And finally
You can become something
Worthy of my time

6.
"I'll have what she's having!"
Say it like a joke
Or a threat
"I'll have what she's having"
Or rather
I deserve what's not yet mine
What soon could be available
"I'll have"
I will
Say it like a threat
What she's having
Or what soon will be mine
Are one and the same
I'll have what she's having
I'll have what she's having
I will
I will
I will

7.
Do you suppose
That God fears being overthrown?
That God fears a coup?
That God fears?
This all powerful
Omnipotent
Omnipresent being
Scared?
Of us?
Of me?
Little ol' me?
Because if the tower didn't fall
If he wasn't cast out
If we weren't afraid
What power would He have?
He should fear me
Little ol' me
Because if I am made
In the image of a god
If His breath 
Still lingers in my lungs
If his fingerprints
Left scars on my skin
Then what makes me any less godly
Than God?