She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
GEMMA IVERSENAnd 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.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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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.
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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.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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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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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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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.
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