Drawing Deep The Well That Night

The smoke and ash from glowing embers    
Left from a fire that raged hot that night      
     
Was when she in her darkest thoughts had      
Wrapped me in a deeper velvet, covering      
     
A bed of lamb's wool, to be smothered      
In a traditional, biblical love.      
     
Where my paleness was the milk & honey      
That laid among the goat herd with their teats      
     
Full & dangling as I woke from their bleats.      
And there she was, the warrior shepherdess      
     
Waving the herd aside like a sea parting      
Just as she began to kneel over me,      
     
With musk descending, my arms reaching,      
Our bodies curved as goat bells scattered.