A deity of the XX. Century tells of the last love

It was an early morning in 1955, and the month of Mars, as the sin God Sin-Atwa drank Lethe Scottish nectar with Sangesgott Swingnatra. They drank because the goddess of love Avagard-Nah had deprived her favor. They looked at each other, they began to forget and sang softly of the lost love, of dreams and desires. Their voices blended deep and dark, in the delicacy and the pride of the injured gods they sounded, the gods were sleepless, monitored at dawn, awaited the return of Avagard-Nah, they hugged, they about in their dreams on the ceiling and danced like smoke from cigarettes dissolved. No, they no longer wanted, except when the rain fell slightly, and in the wee small hours of the morning, that's the time you miss her most of all.