In this frigid weather
That turns a blanket an asset
And that which is hot ineluctable
Do I want your heavenly intervention

Descend on me
And under your care
Let me be
Hold on tight
I mean overwhelm me
And let me be lost
In the ecstasy
Of this unification

In the warmth
Of your core
And in my tour
Of your ocean
Let me pay obeisance
By pouring libations
Stimulating the source
Preventing the dry.

Nice poem. Are you he?.......risen from the ashes of a three-headed snake?

RaggedyAnn:
Nice poem. Are you he?.......risen from the ashes of a three-headed snake?

Yes. You found me. You said you would find me and you did. You are a gem.

phoenixthefirst:
Yes. You found me. You said you would find me and you did. You are a gem.