Hotel bedsheets
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
for her.

Sexcries from the balcony,
firepassion remembered. 

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.

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