Myth Reborn

"It was not you" she says
and she repeats it for emphasis.
Twas Odin's Nordic blue-eyes
that lusted after her hips,
wide curves of mountain hiding
a secret fertile valley.
Terrible strength clasped her
with deep mythic longing.
Her reflection in his eyes resolved into vision:
dark-girl-child-poet
bright-blazing-warrior-son
Seduction for offspring?
child to sing the runes...
child to fight the wolf...
She carried an armor that thwarted the climax
and so god left her hungry.
She looks at the kind blonde beard
with translucent blue-sky-eyes.
"It was not you" are her words
and she repeats them for emphasis.