Context alert: I have just read the Dune trilogy by Frank Herbert

I used to hope
to be some sort
of Kwisatz Aderach.
But now I am glad
That I am not.
I can enjoy
the blurry visions,
the thrilling future,
the unexpected
hidden love
I did not know.
Whereas Muad’Dib
is caged within
his prescient mind
I can unbiasedly decide
Which fruits I want
to taste tonight.
I don’t long for
a big empire
I just dream of
the pink warm skin,
of your small chin
above my chest.
I would not treat you
as Irulan
I would entrust you
my fleshy soul.
An ornithopter I would enjoy
to find refuge
within your skyes.