I'm surprised you think that's a deterrent instead of a draw, Asil. History filtered through someone who was alive at the time, or a werewolf, would interest me.

[She reaches out to him because he is there, and she cannot help herself. It's been easy to get accustomed to the feel of his skin under her fingers, and she indulges herself in trailing them down his arm.]

And to backtrack a bit, yes, I know poetry isn't limited by time but are you telling me you've never found enjoyment in rereading certain poems at night or others during the day, depending on their content and feeling?