Take me to the spaces of your tender heart...Madonna Asker

In the spaces of your tender heart...
I kindle the fire of my longing and eagerness
And warm myself up
And I wait
An hour has yet to come
An arrival ,the glory of which, is not ripe yet.

And drown in the springs of your explosive silence
You repeat your green whisper:

"Take me as much as you can
In the heart, I am formed before the emergence of existence.
Even before the ascendence of dawn
Before morning erupts.

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