Ethariel
@ethariel-shadow.bsky.social
Dilettante
Voyageur à temps partiel / Part time traveler
Poly
Rôliste / RPG player
Voyageur à temps partiel / Part time traveler
Poly
Rôliste / RPG player
#poetry #polyamory
We loved in circles open and wide,
Hands overlapping no need to hide.
Joy multiplied each time we shared,
Hearts uncounted openly cared.
Yet when one leaves the echo stays,
A quiet ache in freedom’s gaze.
For love is choice not golden cage,
Sweet pain and light on the same page.
We loved in circles open and wide,
Hands overlapping no need to hide.
Joy multiplied each time we shared,
Hearts uncounted openly cared.
Yet when one leaves the echo stays,
A quiet ache in freedom’s gaze.
For love is choice not golden cage,
Sweet pain and light on the same page.
December 15, 2025 at 12:55 PM
#poetry #polyamory
We loved in circles open and wide,
Hands overlapping no need to hide.
Joy multiplied each time we shared,
Hearts uncounted openly cared.
Yet when one leaves the echo stays,
A quiet ache in freedom’s gaze.
For love is choice not golden cage,
Sweet pain and light on the same page.
We loved in circles open and wide,
Hands overlapping no need to hide.
Joy multiplied each time we shared,
Hearts uncounted openly cared.
Yet when one leaves the echo stays,
A quiet ache in freedom’s gaze.
For love is choice not golden cage,
Sweet pain and light on the same page.
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December 13, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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December 10, 2025 at 1:48 PM
#poesie
Le froid mordant de l'hiver réveille la douleur de toi,
le frisson du printemps sur nos peaux souvenirs,
la chaleur de l'été dans nos veines saturées,
la langueur de l'automne dans une fin programmée.
Le froid mordant de l'hiver réveille la douleur de toi,
le frisson du printemps sur nos peaux souvenirs,
la chaleur de l'été dans nos veines saturées,
la langueur de l'automne dans une fin programmée.
December 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
#poesie
Le froid mordant de l'hiver réveille la douleur de toi,
le frisson du printemps sur nos peaux souvenirs,
la chaleur de l'été dans nos veines saturées,
la langueur de l'automne dans une fin programmée.
Le froid mordant de l'hiver réveille la douleur de toi,
le frisson du printemps sur nos peaux souvenirs,
la chaleur de l'été dans nos veines saturées,
la langueur de l'automne dans une fin programmée.
#poetry
Winter’s biting cold recalls your ache in me;
Spring’s tremble on our skin, a ghost set free.
Summer burned our veins with fevered light;
Autumn sighed us down toward scripted night.
Winter’s biting cold recalls your ache in me;
Spring’s tremble on our skin, a ghost set free.
Summer burned our veins with fevered light;
Autumn sighed us down toward scripted night.
December 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
#poetry
Winter’s biting cold recalls your ache in me;
Spring’s tremble on our skin, a ghost set free.
Summer burned our veins with fevered light;
Autumn sighed us down toward scripted night.
Winter’s biting cold recalls your ache in me;
Spring’s tremble on our skin, a ghost set free.
Summer burned our veins with fevered light;
Autumn sighed us down toward scripted night.
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Our intimate talks
like midnight walks—
secrets swapped
in darkness,
decyphered in shadows
hands in the night
holding the answers
light forgets—
caressed into skin
lips communicate—
kissing truths
our ears can't hear
a meeting souls,
that speak,
in silent congress.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
like midnight walks—
secrets swapped
in darkness,
decyphered in shadows
hands in the night
holding the answers
light forgets—
caressed into skin
lips communicate—
kissing truths
our ears can't hear
a meeting souls,
that speak,
in silent congress.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
November 30, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Our intimate talks
like midnight walks—
secrets swapped
in darkness,
decyphered in shadows
hands in the night
holding the answers
light forgets—
caressed into skin
lips communicate—
kissing truths
our ears can't hear
a meeting souls,
that speak,
in silent congress.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
like midnight walks—
secrets swapped
in darkness,
decyphered in shadows
hands in the night
holding the answers
light forgets—
caressed into skin
lips communicate—
kissing truths
our ears can't hear
a meeting souls,
that speak,
in silent congress.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
#photo #poetry
A bridge between worlds,
Nature’s breath in dry grasses,
Metal’s pulse in glass and steel.
Beneath the water, drowning,
Above, a distant sky calls.
To write, to wait,
To feel time slip by,
Where the past and future meet,
And nothing remains but the pause,
Before the end.
A bridge between worlds,
Nature’s breath in dry grasses,
Metal’s pulse in glass and steel.
Beneath the water, drowning,
Above, a distant sky calls.
To write, to wait,
To feel time slip by,
Where the past and future meet,
And nothing remains but the pause,
Before the end.
November 27, 2025 at 10:51 AM
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November 25, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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November 19, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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November 6, 2025 at 2:57 PM