Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2023
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
Written by
Bruce Adams  32/M/London
(32/M/London)   
264
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems