Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an outside world, ever
closes in; eavesdropping
on young lovers, envious
in every kind of way -
enough to green deserts
save a voyeur’s curse:
intimacy being reserved
always to two sets of eyes
peering and diving into
each other’s perfect abyss;
inexperienced intensities,
and fleeting potentialities
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
But within those eyes the heart can be seen arqios and love will be found.
Andy
That’s so true! Thank you Andy 🙏🏻🕊
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻🕊
The eyes window to the soul, by looking in there the real person you get to know, enjoyed today's read
Yes! Thank you 🙏🏻 🕊
You are very welcome
Privacy a word of the past. Whether lovers of others or freedom lovers we are observed, poked and prodded and there is no right to privacy in the constitution. A mere afterthought in the ninth amendment now felt outdated and up for interpretation. Who you slept with, what positions were used, how you spent your money, how you voted, and the color of your stool all public knowledge.
And that grates so bad, quite not the cheesy kind either. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻🕊
This is a gentle respectful treatment of lovers. Enjoyed reading.Welll done
Thanks David. We see not many that are gentle or respectful 🙏🏻🕊
Most voyeurs can’t bare the thought of being watched or even worse, observed but I know for a fact you make a very good point here and I’m glad I felt compelled to swing by .. Neville
Ah, thank you kindly 🙏🏻🕊 “compelled” - now there’s a word! 😎
Not quite enough to weigh in, I suppose… oh well… 🪶🍗
This Smiths’ song is a perfect pairing with your fresh harvest of a poem…
Ah, good to have such feedback. I am most grateful, thank you kindly 🙏🏻🕊
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