when i am
crowned
the
patron demon
of lust and love
i just begin to
blush.
my skin
turns to red-
my horns
start to grow.
my tale
flicks
back and forth
back and forth
like a switch
picked 
from the tree of life.
the warmth 
makes its way
into every
pore and crevice.
i begin to
descend
and i wave to
the men.
my arrival
into hell,
my heaven.