Poem: Dead Heart Beating


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?


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