Shaking Hands With The Gods

Divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. It will swallow you whole and spit you out- wine dark and wanting. You will reach for it again and again, greedy human fingers clutching at everything you can reach. The divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave quietly. I feel the divine in my own bones like aching, like fire