Peeking through Gods fingers

"softly now" She whispers
basking in afterglow firelight
the ease of embers glow
jealous of the licking
remembering such heights
while dancing rituals
play out amongst starlit skies
to state of this religions
rites and incantation, just
as the play, a monk and nun
finally, a loan from their home
cashed in to climb heavens
seeing each other Gods
as they cry thankfulness
rebirthed, born again pagan
amok they become, zealots
in and of each other
held in hand while thumps
no longer put upon bible
are heard as holy crossings
stretched like Jesus
upon this starlit night