The Milkmaid

Who knew love was so liquid?
Passion-pumped skin slither;
Soaked soil turned slip;
Body-baked blanched stream into bucket, steaming at rime-streaked sunrise;
Birth-blood, babe-spew, life-spark leaking from bursting breast.

Eight winters, was it? Barely a sip.

The poem Lokasenna in the Poetic Edda mentions in passing that Loki spent eight years underground either as a milch cow or a milkmaid.