yearning

yearning

A Poem by Emily B
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an old one that I deleted somehow

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The hills lay raw and bare.

Unbound breasts heaving

in the gray mist of early morning.

I wish I were the hills

and this car you're driving

was a strong, slow hand

snaking around my own loosed curves.

I want to be crossed by your

barest elemental energies--

moved by passion’s own embrace.

I want to stretch and reach the sky

and stretch and touch the dirt

and feel each resonant-twinge in between.

I want to be filled with the light

and the heat of a new day--

just as the valley

after the fog is burned away.

I want to feel the vibrations of thunder

deep in the middle of me

 

rumbling of something resembling change

 again and again and again

 

until the light is extinguished.

 

Then I will breathe deep and slow

 

breasts heaving raw and bare

 

in the gray mist of a hillnight.

 


© 2010 Emily B



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What a great metaphor for passion and love...there is something about the exhilaration of speed that is so very closely related to the emotions found in the throws of passion.

Then I will breathe deep and slow
breasts heaving raw and bare
in the gray mist of a hillnight. -- love these lines...the word "hillnight" is so beautiful.

You write with raw emotion, and for that I absolutely can relate to your work on an emotional level. Beautifully done...

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Oh everything here has a double meaning,how you played so beautifully on the words,loved your ways
Hills lay raw and bare ,wish I was those hills,and everything as those sands shaking around my loose curves
Wanted to be crossed by you,moved by you,wanted to stretch and reach so high,to be filed with light..
an heat of a new day,wanted to feel the vibrations of thunder deep within the middle of me
until the light is no more and I breathe deep and slow,breasts raw and bare in this gray mist of hills
I really so enjoyed this,so many images ,and lovely exciting write
lovely write

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

a guy doesn't stand a chance, or maybe it's the chance he's been waiting (and hoping) for...

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well, it's a damn good thing you brought it back; it's very tightly woven, with a very tight central metaphor. The use of repetition is judicious and effective, and gives it a valedictory or sermon-like feel. This is some awfully fine work.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This stirkes me as having a dual meanings, one quite sexual and free, one a simple description of a longing to be free in th outside , a beautiful descriptive display i really liked this piece

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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