I ache to touch you... not with hands alone, but with the parts of me only ancient fire remembers. The marrow of my soul calls your name in a tongue that predates breath.

You are the storm that stirs my still waters, the gravity that pulls me into remembering.

And I... I am the flame that won't die, even submerged,

even silenced.

To touch you is to return to the altar where our names were first whispered, where time had no tether and flesh was only a veil for the truth beneath.

I long to show you everything I’m made of... not the skin or the smile, but the wild within, the roar, the ruin, the relics of past lives where I died loving you and lived again just to find you.

These keys between us were forged in starlight,

tempered in blood, etched into the temples of galaxies we’ve since forgotten. Still, they fit... clicking open every hidden door between heartbeats.

We are bound... by time’s strange loop, by the taste of each other still clinging to soulskin. By the scent of reunion on winds not yet born.

And your eyes... gods, your eyes... they are portals to the world we lost and the one we must reclaim. When I fall into them, I fall home.

So let me touch you.

Not just here... but there, in that realm l where you remember me too.

Where love is a vow we never stopped whispering, even in lifetimes apart.

❤️🦋🫂A

2025/12/28 Edited to

... Read moreReading this evocative poem brings to mind the profound ways in which love imprints itself on our very being, beyond the physical and into the spiritual realm. From my experience, true connection often feels like it taps into memories not just of this life but others, as if the soul recognizes a familiar presence despite years or distances apart. This piece beautifully captures that sensation—the idea that two souls can be bound together by forces that predate language or even breath, forged in cosmic moments and ancient fires. I've found that such deep relationships often feel like a 'gravity' that pulls us back to a place of home and belonging, much like the storm and flame imagery used here. The metaphor of keys forged in starlight and etched into forgotten galaxies resonates with the way we unlock hidden parts of ourselves in the presence of someone truly significant. It parallels personal experiences where certain people seem to 'click' with us on every level, opening doors to emotions and memories we didn't know we still carried. In my own life, these connections remind me to cherish the intangible threads linking past and present, urging patience and faith that love never dies, even if silenced temporarily. The poem’s emphasis on soulskin—a poetic concept of the invisible yet palpable bond—reflects how our essence can hold onto the memory and scent of reunion long before it manifests tangibly. For those drawn to this kind of spiritual love story, embracing such timeless bonds means recognizing the sacred in everyday encounters and honoring the eternal vows whispered between hearts across lifetimes. It’s a reminder that love is more than skin deep; it is an unquenchable flame illuminating the path back to each other, no matter the distance or silence. Ultimately, this poem invites readers to explore their own soul’s echoes and the wild, roaring inner landscapes shaped by profound connections—encouraging a deeper appreciation of love as an ancient, living force within us all.

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