"the gods are tender;
they are soft caresses on smooth skin,
experienced lips brushing pliant mouths.
the gods are unyielding;
they are rough callouses
formed on previously unblemished skin,
the clash of swords and of bodies.
but do not be fooled,
for the gods are not so different
from mortals.
they fuck, they fight,
they fall.
oh, they fall.
they fall in and out of arguments,
in and out of countless wars.
they fall in love. (never out of it).
they fall for those willing to drown,
those willing to look back
(fight back
fuck back
love back).
their love is tender
silent
unyielding
all encompassing,
and unbelievably deadly,
much like they are.
the gods are their own undoing."