Only my rock...

Someone - was it you? - hid you in the
Mountains Beyond Ennui.
Desires shuffled, the daydreamer sprawls. She bends a knee
Unconsciously
To some imaginary He.
Waiting without ascent
Without a scent
Of finding and yet...
As if owed a cosmic debt,
Her heart trembles,
Disassembles
At the rock
Of his cock:
Someday...