Analysis of "if I were lost" a poem written in free verse

Why did they?
In the one that was he,
that walked on water,
the divine spirit.

If it were another to be,
alas, in the winters eye,
as he walked to carry that weight for me.

In the blood that covered his face,
I taste in the wine,
in sips of intrepid lashed whips,
that sting the frost chapped,
of my cold winter lips,
as the warmth,
of his pain,
is filled in my senses,
for he died for me.

I look around,
in the legs,
of the wine,
for his spirit to shine,
for him to walk,
in the enraptured toss,
for it is he,
that guides my steps,
in the circles of waves,
that caress the glass inept,
in the treasures that I have escaped,
as if I were lost.