Ethereal Embrace
His touch,
warm as a bonfire in the snow,
comforting as a wooden blanket in the glacial breeze,
the most divine entity to ever exist
his hands,
as they meet mine,
are nothing short of a celestial tempest,
swirling with a plethora of emotions;
euphoria, amour, utter joy, pleasure,
but is also accompanied by a tincture of melancholy,
a pinch of solitude and sorrow
for it has come to my epiphany,
that one day, this touch shall not be mine to feel,
and will not remain as my heavenly possession,
for there are only 2 ways this shall terminate,
either he departs, into the abode above, or I
and hence, I wish, gazing up at the stars, that I shall once become
that it is me, who departs first,
for how will I ever live,
without his ethereal embrace?
By: Aadya Choudhary
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