Before dawn, Freyja rises
like the morning star, rises
and slips over rainbow bridge,
across frozen serpent river, Loki
shadow tailing as she glides, hips dancing
softly to her step. Freyja
ice‑white, golden‑haired down
string‑thin path to tapping dwarfs.
For the fire‑necklace she will have them
each one night, knobs and noses ugly pale.
Loki, sweating like a private
Dick gets it all on tape, goddess
humping, silk‑sheet searing, subtle
fingered dwarf moans, hot photos night
vision necklace shedding light like dragon skin.
Fly‑Loki crawls a hole
under Freyja’s gables, little
larger than a needle’s eye. Flea‑Loki
hikes Freyja’s lovely breast, bites white
flesh. Thief Loki at the clasp, melting in the night.
Shameless Freyja rises
from dark bed, settles like a mist
onto earth, muddy as March, soft hair
drizzling light, dazzling fire‑necklace
rain. In green pines, laughing Loki hangs.
[Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Flutter Press has recently published two chapbooks: My Father Teaches Me a Magic Word and My Father Had Another Eye.]