Dead Heart Beating
Early in the morning, I breathe you in.
The energy of your skin fills me.
And I wake before I wake,
Every nerve awake,
my once dead heart beating,
wild and alive.
About this poem
A love poem. What else?
Tom
Dead Heart Beating
Early in the morning, I breathe you in.
The energy of your skin fills me.
And I wake before I wake,
Every nerve awake,
my once dead heart beating,
wild and alive.
About this poem
A love poem. What else?
Tom