Crash into me

When, like a gravity-pulled meteorite,
Will you crash into me, my haven, sublime?
My heart yearns to be scarred and burnt,
To throb in the joy of having taken your fall,
Fear not, that you may land and be shattered,
On solid ground, for I've got many a benevolent sea,
And a lot of snow, powdery, fine and gleaming
For you to land painlessly, that I've let thaw,
For the first time, since when they hardened,
Aeons back, when I hardened, voicelessly,
Like a beggar robbed of his hard begged meal,
So land, without the fear of being burnt,
And without the fear of dismemberment my dear,
So I may, in the crater cradle you'll make,
Let you be, and to all, boast an enviable, dear freckle.