Wayward Poets' Reverie: Beyond Mortal Comprehension
Wildflowers in the Ethereal Sky
Desire, a quiet kindling in the pit of us,
A spark unseen by others but felt within.
We dance around its ever-growing warmth
And wonder if it's safe to let it burn.
I am shivering with you here beside me—
The distance is not measured in miles or inches,
But rather moments that stretch into eternity.
You are as close and far away as my own skin:
An enigma wrapped inside this longing body.
Intimacy lies hidden beneath layers upon layers;
Like an onion we peel back each one gently,
Hoping our tears will eventually reveal something more than pain.
For every piece stripped bare there exists another deep-rooted truth—
Only then can we begin to understand how vast these feelings run.
Yet what of sensuality? That tender touch which awakens desire?
It teases at the edges like whispers on warm summer nights —a breathless sigh amidst tangled sheets. To taste your thoughts would be divine; The sweetest nectar reserved for gods alone Or perhaps just wayward poets lost In reverie too profound for mere mortals.