Psalm 97
clouds shroud peaks
like marriage veils,
lightning splits cataract sky.
flames bound
like souls sighing out of bodies
as lava-fingers liquefy
rock and scree.
mountains melt like wax.
on molten sea
i sail into your bosom:
that dawn-warmth that
dabs sweat and callouses
with moist kisses
till the shrouds of peaks
fall with the rustle of satin.