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And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

Gemma Iversen

She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Herself Life Meaning Misery Pain
Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Healing Sadness Soft Word Wound
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Bright Myself Need Seek Warm Water
Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Day Myself Nature Need Switch
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Angry Beautiful Person Study
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Best Learning Life Material Offering World Yourself
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Burn Darkness Mirror Poetry Sacred See Temple Word
What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
GEMMA IVERSEN

End Feature Game Hate Love Yourself
I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Constitution Emotion Leadership Myself Rule Volatile
To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Up Connection Heart Love Myself Seek

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

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And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

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