finally, the
long road ends
and we are wrapped in
the warm silence
of each other.
rehearsed words slip,
unsaid,
into the hollow of my collarbone
where the bruises
bloom,
a bright indigo.
we admire them wordlessly,
and drink wine,
and wait
for something to happen
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC
finally, the
long road ends
and we are wrapped in
the warm silence
of each other.
rehearsed words slip,
unsaid,
into the hollow of my collarbone
where the bruises
bloom,
a bright indigo.
we admire them wordlessly,
and drink wine,
and wait
for something to happen
From a 5-min prompt 'finally'. 1.9.23