I imagined they made love last night;

him in his Viking hat, her in her radiance.

I imagine there were jokes about ‘pillaging your vagina’

Or about, “riding my longship”

I imagined that, at first, it was probably fun and silly

and I saw both of their eyes with that


in love

Norse God, Norse Goddess

I was sitting on the edge of their bed but

when the hat came off

and the smiles turned to moans

I backed away

and out

crying for them

and what they have

and for me

and what I wish

I had