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With your long arms And soft hands come... remove that insecure cardigan from my shoulders undo the buttons of my skins refusal grey dress lift the heart aching veil from my face and kiss from the lips purely belonging to you rip off the jewellery Confiscating my fingers, arms, neck and ears touch the material of my garment and from all the distrust purify me like a newborn child kiss the lavender smell from my shoulders by sliding to the South get rid of this Worlds tinsel and slide the hatred and prejudgement from my waist then let it fall on to the floor undress me until I am naked from this stained and bad World until the day I was born then release this naked women like bashful Eve to reborn again from the foams of Mediterranean like Aphrodite In front of you and free embrace me with love in your arms Until I melt. Gunsel Djemal 16/06/2009 Bromley Road-London
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