The rhythm of the morning heart Poem by Ingrid Storholmen

The rhythm of the morning heart



The rhythm of the morning heart
against a hand
you didn't wake from this

put me down there
so I can imagine the city alone

We delay the time
I wait by your side in the water
what is left of the night then
I should have left it a long time ago


until love
is able to touch
us
who cannot be touched

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