A Freyagaldur

Braided Sif's gift Andvari-falls
down thy downy fells of fruit
bosom-purring, fierce thy gaze of wonder.
Your fingertips flicker, salmon foam-surge
froth against the hormone rapids.
Pride, they call thy wild writhings
Formidable, lynx-intrepid, cougar-lithe.
Your eyes' night-sparkles gently cover
Deep, shamanic, soulful love, that only the strong
know such kindness, kind and dew-pearled
Rose of Might! I weep and worship
thy wet, luscious loin-petals. Hail the Bride
of Elfish Eloquence!