Dec 10, 2025
Echo in Purple You bloom, Not in pain, Not bold, or boastful. A little sore. You aren't loud. Still, you hold what words couldn't. A song only skin can hear. The mundane mark, mistaken for clumsiness. A secret the mirror barley catches. You hide beneath a collar, A purpling hush, where love said yes. A bearing witness. There is no shout like perfume or dazzle like jewelry, You hum--- low and warm. You are not the kiss, but the echo of it. Left with intention, the essence of soft. You are evidence of something delicate and real that touched me. The pull of breath between kisses. You fade with time, as all tender proofs do. So, I thank you, quiet bruise. A fleeting mural of my body's brief joy.
(Please tell me what you think ^-^)
