Poem by Margaret Kowalewska


My hand on your chest
rests to feel the rhythm
of your heart divine

Its sound like a soul
in a dance
of passionate love

Your pulse
permeates me
with colours of dawn
meeting the beat
of my heart

I am not here anymore
I am dissolved
in your pulse
where poems
speak with the night
doused in beauty of stars

I am inside of your heart
disrobed of insecure thoughts
You gloss me with honey
of your words

I became your vibration
and sense your every dream
when you hold me
with sincerity
I feel you more than myself,
in this eternal moment
pulsing with your scent;


© Margaret Kowalewska
17 July 2019

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