Alive Poem by Nina gáspari
Alive
The cold wind
Touches my face, cuts my skin
Reminding me to breathe
It cuts my chest open, touches my heart
Reminding me, twice, that I´m alive
Your cold hands
Seek for old my hands, feeling my skin
Reminding us to be free
Palm to palm, exploring the lines
Of this secret realm
Reminding me to make a pause
To feel my own pulse
To listen to your heartbeats
To open up my eyes and see you´re here with me.
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