Crags & crannies

The snows etched His name
forever
Am I so frigid as that?        
her looks upon Me burn        

shall the Gods
in the sky
lean down and place a
stairway
          Let her down gently to My feet        

Can a Man be so lucky        
Skies rain blood
as His cry fills the world  
resounds off crags and valleys
all ensconced in her form  

Those nooks and crannies
He discovered      
Those founts of juices
He revels in
      and
As she lays her soul
open to Him      

the meld        
Takes Them far away
and on High  

Can they return on the back
of a will-o-wisp