MY LADY

My Lady,
white with winter purity,
fiery
as solar tongues.
Her heart and soul
in thoz sacred Black Hills.
My Lady
rides
the stone-cut image
hard and wild,
her feet diggin
into his sides,
toes clawin for grip,
She envelopes
the strange one,
draws him into
her warm, wet womb.
submersing his granite dust
with her nectar of passion
the rock dripping
with the sweet essence of life.
My Lady gives birth,
rebirth;
fleshing out the graven image
completing the cycle of the Wheel.
Out of solid rock ride
My Lady and Crazy
Wild and Free!