Wow, the imagery in this piece is stunning! It feels like I’m being transported to a magical place where love and light intertwine. This is a masterpiece ♥️
"Eleora understands something most love poetry misses, that the most intimate act is not touch, but seeing. Really seeing. The body in this poem is almost secondary to that hunger to finally be known. Quietly devastating."
You saw straight into the heart of what I was trying to hold. I wanted the poem to live in that quiet, almost sacred space where being seen, really seen, becomes the deepest intimacy. Touch is beautiful, but the hunger to be known, to have someone witness the hidden parts of you without turning away… that’s what undoes me. The body is there, yes, but it’s only the vessel. The real constellation forms in the seeing.
Your words feel like gentle starlight on the poem. “Quietly devastating” is exactly the feeling I hoped would linger. I’m so grateful you received it that way.
She was already glowing.
The difference
is that now
she knows it —
because someone
looked long enough
to show her
what was always there.
— AËLA
Lovely. Excellent. Awesome. Best love poetry I have read so far.
Thanks mate glad you enjoyed it. More on the way!
yeah
Wow, the imagery in this piece is stunning! It feels like I’m being transported to a magical place where love and light intertwine. This is a masterpiece ♥️
Such beauty... 💫☄️
Beautifully done :)
What a brilliance ❤️🫶
Thank you ☺️
"Eleora understands something most love poetry misses, that the most intimate act is not touch, but seeing. Really seeing. The body in this poem is almost secondary to that hunger to finally be known. Quietly devastating."
Thank you this comment truly touched me.
You saw straight into the heart of what I was trying to hold. I wanted the poem to live in that quiet, almost sacred space where being seen, really seen, becomes the deepest intimacy. Touch is beautiful, but the hunger to be known, to have someone witness the hidden parts of you without turning away… that’s what undoes me. The body is there, yes, but it’s only the vessel. The real constellation forms in the seeing.
Your words feel like gentle starlight on the poem. “Quietly devastating” is exactly the feeling I hoped would linger. I’m so grateful you received it that way.
With warmth and gratitude,
Eleora ✨
"The real constellation forms in the seeing. That line just became mine to carry. Thank you for writing something worth being seen by."
Thank you 🙏🏻 That means so very much to me, that you felt one line. That is precious.
Such amazing lines here is just one that takes my breath away
“Come… breathe with me.
Let our stardust mingle
in the quiet space between our lips,
your forehead resting gently against mine,
our bodies curled close
like twin moons in a shared sky.”
Thank you Eleonora and Andrew. Beautiful
Thank you so very much for the re-stack. I’m so grateful.