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Mar 2020
UNTIL HER SOUL LIES NAKED BEFORE ME

I celebrate
my lover's birthday

glorying in her
body

ravishing her senses
(she relishing my ravishing)

until her soul
lies naked before me

I making her anew
shaping her molecule by molecule

touch upon touch
creating her
kiss by kiss

until she exists
clothed in my love

dressed in her joy
this day of her

birth.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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