as rough / as cold as the
hardest face of Mars.
Not the planet but the god of war.
Stained in his phantom blood,
his ardency swells / his fiery red voice,
golden hair coiled in smoky sin.
His large / godlike hands / feel
Sexcries from the balcony,
He fought for his name / his honour.
He would not be named Thor.
Taken like the trojans took Helen,
but away from viking shores.
She had forgotten Asgard,
found the touch of another heaven.