Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2016
sting of the slap and salt from the tears,
our knees grazed and our hearty laughs,
ringing, resonant. the smoke from our
cigarettes, overwhelming, customary,
the spill of a drink and the shake of a head,
we retire; another night, parting,
left to our fears.
night after night.
Yv S
Written by
Yv S  Agender/UK
(Agender/UK)   
404
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems