now we walk

it seems those walls keep tumbling down

Now we walk.

                   Out into the dark night.

Moon hidden
by the growth of trees.

                   I feel you there.

Your power.

Your eyes gleaming bright.

         I feel you breathing.

 

Closer.

                    Closer.

Every moment I feel you closer.

Knowing

 

          I will be a feast

                     for your hungry hands

ravaged by you
                    

                     moved by the night

           trembling

with the want of such a thing

your heat
           surrounds me

in ways I never felt

                           before

I melt and am reborn

on my knees

Author's Note

it wanted to stretch and reach

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is different for you, which I quite liked. I felt the longing and the tentative craving that began as a ripple and ended as a wave. I can relate to this...just the pure expanse of abandon that at times seems so absolutely attractive.

Technically: I'm wondering at the many different single lines. I felt a little as though I was jumping from line to line instead of flowing. Just my personal opinion, though.

Overall, a sensual, beautiful piece.

[Emily B]

thanks, at one time it was all left justified, still trying to decide what it wants to be when it grows up

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, I like the right and left formatting, just the separate lines made it a little choppy. Was thinking more of a "short stanzas" feel...I don't know. Then again, I'm not some stylistic genius, so allow it to grow on its own, you will make the right choices!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Oh My my Emily I think we are indeed walking in the same step of existence :) I started a poem this morning but have not found the right feel in my imagery just yet for it. My dreams are different as of late...maybe they are yours?????

[Commanda Panda]

I agree with ron. It has a tenderness and vulnerability to it but also a primal vibe. Sounds sacrificial.

[ron]

Wow. That is very romantic and primal but extreamly sensual all tha the same time.

[Emily B]

and i never had to say the word to let you know it :) sneaky stuff

[ron]

Who did you write this one for?

[Emily B]

wrote it for my Muse

[ron]

Your muse is a ver lucky muse. Does your muse have a name?

[Emily B]

i call it trickster

[ron]

Lol well trickster is very lucky for you to pay him so much love and atension.

[Elizabeth]

This piece is a refreshing break from all the other "mature lit" around here. You remain a lady throughout. I could feel the heartbeat, smell the breath... and I was a bit jealous. I admire your ability to get right to the meat of the piece without all the flowery b.s.

[Emily B]

ah, shucks, my Muse was teasing that day is all :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice. I like the gaps between the lines. Builds tension

[Ees]

I love the way that you have written this. How it is sort of stilted, so that the reader can take in breaths of the night air.
The last two lines are completely amazing.
Beautiful work in this poem!

[Emily B]

thanks :)

[The Analog Kid]

This warms the January chill, for sure:) Cool visual layout.

[Tim Lion]

woof. this is glorious!

not a word wasted.

not a sense spared.

just sets the innards on fire.