Christmas

Why is it that I crave
the body
I have previously
been enthrusted to?
What changes when
the host
has been plunged
into greedy orifices
that whine to God?
Transmutation of liquid to solid.
An act of benevolence
corrupts the flesh and mind.
The soul lands on the body,
leaving a crater that penetrates the sphere.
Exchange of
particles
leaves a spine in my heart,
drilling into me an eruption of
sentiment
that will recede as slowly as it came.
Because it cannot stay.
The bodies may want,
but the mind interferes justly.
Contradicting opinions tearing the pump apart
like ants´ nuclear war raging in a backyard.
Perhaps one´s boredom or monotony
drives us to see conflict
where it is not necessary (there is none).
Two opposing forces cannot meet, even if they do,