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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.

Gemma Iversen

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
Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Love Night Relationship Sex Shine Skin Sky Stay
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
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
But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Cage Heart Myself Protection
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Heart Kiss Lips Mindset Night Relationship Romance Yourself
You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Home Life Myself Time
Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Color Myself Sorrow Surprise Wreckage
With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Bruise Guard Hold Lips Past Skin Writing
Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Bold Difference Experience Freedom Man Myself Relationship Tame Teaching Voice
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beneath Love Moon Stars
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

Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Choice Faith Happiness True Trust
You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Deserve Love Worth Yourself

But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.

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