Woken by a Sun’s Touch. Poetry by Harris Coverley

*To Edward Hopper*the sweet nothing of morning light
a hug without arms
the warmth over me just for me
nothing but flesh and the body’s water
a strip of fabric and a pane of glass

this is beyond the ecstasy
beyond the night
this is the calm before the cold floor
and the prison of freedom

Harris Coverley is a Rhysling-nominated poet with verse forthcoming in Better Than Starbucks, Corvus Review, and The Oddville Press. He lives in Manchester, England. He tweets as @ha_coverley.

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