I asked the dervish,
“Why does the heart tremble
at the curve beneath her robe?”
He smiled and said,
“Because man was made from dust,
but longs always for warmth.
And in the breast of a woman
God hid a secret:
mercy dressed as temptation.”
So when her shirt strains against longing,
do not think the lover seeks flesh alone.
No…
He wishes to return
to the first shelter
he ever knew.
And every kiss upon her chest
is merely a confused prayer
from a soul
trying to touch tenderness
before it dies.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC
I asked the dervish,
“Why does the heart tremble
at the curve beneath her robe?”
He smiled and said,
“Because man was made from dust,
but longs always for warmth.
And in the breast of a woman
God hid a secret:
mercy dressed as temptation.”
So when her shirt strains against longing,
do not think the lover seeks flesh alone.
No…
He wishes to return
to the first shelter
he ever knew.
And every kiss upon her chest
is merely a confused prayer
from a soul
trying to touch tenderness
before it dies.
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