what we'll always be

arqios

 

Whole and tumbling at speed,

etched, immortalised in memory—

                                our secret longing,

with fingertips touching, offering always.

 

Time bends in the hush between heartbeats,

a silent surrender to the weight of wanting,

where light spills across open palms,

and shadows stretch toward the horizon,

never quite reaching, never quite fading.

 

The wind carries whispers too fragile to hold,

threading through the spaces left behind,

where touch lingers like an unspoken vow,

a language of skin, of presence, of knowing—

an echo of what we are, of what we will always be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words arqios showing us that the smallest things in our lives can bring such pleasure.

    Andy

    • arqios

      Indeed they do, thanks AndyπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

    • orchidee

      Good write A.

      • arqios

        Thanks OπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

      • Poetic Licence

        What we always be, that's a fighting thought, have a great week

        • arqios

          And the fight goes on, thanks PL πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome, sorry I meant frightning, eye sight bad today

            • arqios

              Frightening too πŸ€©πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

            • Doggerel Dave

              I can't grasp the 'always', the moment felt sufficient for me.

              • arqios

                ...an ever moment strung along is good as always or so it would seem πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                • Doggerel Dave

                  It's your call - I think you are right.

                  • arqios

                    Haha, nah mate... just random thoughts. πŸ’­πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

                  • David Wakeling

                    This reads so elegantly. I see two people who love each other communicating with touch. An enjoyable read compadre

                    • arqios

                      Now that is an excellent reading. Thank you for sharing compadreπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Cryptic your poems are always filled with deeper meaning and this one required three readings to peel away layers. There is a haunting but ephemeral feel to this poem that reaches out from the shadows and takes the hand of the reader. It begs for another reading and further enlightenment. There are great lines here (The wind carries whispers too fragile to hold) and whole stanzas the like honey are viscous each word pulling one to the next. In each reading new meaning appears and that is the measure of a great work of art. Loved it a fave

                      • arqios

                        Thanks Soren. That is so encouraging to hear. It's really hard when your voice is not always fully accepted. Most grateful. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Is it accepted or just not understood? Many do not see the hours that go into the details that go into a poems crafting so as to lay in metaphor or symbol a meaning that then goes overlooked. And with it being glanced over the beauty of the piece and sometimes its entire meaning.

                          • arqios

                            Oh yeah, "understood" is a better term. It wouldn't be logical to expect others to accept all our opinions. Thanks again. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                          • Salvia.S

                            Beautiful and evocative. Well done!

                            • arqios

                              Thanks SalviaπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

                            • BlessedbyGod

                              Great piece my friend , i can absolutely relate to a time that once was and that will forever be etched in my heart mind and echo of a particular persons touch , love it

                              • arqios

                                Thanks kindly, you are most appreciated πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                              • MendedFences27

                                In those unspoken moments, "the language of skin," promises are made that must be kept. The wind does not forget. Your poem explicates the intimacy of lovers; the communication made without words. Loved it. - Phil A.

                                • arqios

                                  Thanks Phil, good to see love transmitted in many waysπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ
                                  Rik

                                • nephilim56

                                  fine write

                                  • arqios

                                    Thanks heaps; means so much πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                                    • nephilim56

                                      most welcome

                                    • Thomas W Case

                                      Fantastic work.

                                      • arqios

                                        Thanks ThomasπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                                      • Cheeky Missy

                                        Oh me! To read this delicacy aloud, as poetry is to be properly treated, is an experience which seems to cull swooning, until I nearly faint in concluding. Beautifully rendered with exquisite imagery and a delicious poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing. I love it.

                                        • arqios

                                          A most honoured privilege to share, thanks πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                                        • Tom Dylan

                                          Great words, arqios. Some wonderful imagery. Nicely done.

                                          • arqios

                                            Thanks Tom, much appreciated πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

                                          • John

                                            Moments so beautifully penned πŸ”₯βœοΈπŸ™‡β€β™‚οΈ

                                          • Keeter C

                                            What I thought would always be is no more. Nicely written.



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