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A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.
yearning

yearning

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

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This is a previous version of yearning.



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

 


© 2009 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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Ah love is know it all too well. thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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.

This is really beautiful, full of metaphors and double meaning that is very real and easy yo visualize. Very nice. Greatly enjoyed this poem. Trace

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

thank you very much
Beauty is what mocks us. We see it and we fall in love with it and we even try to recreate it with our hands. But yet we never become it ourselves.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

i think you just wrote my refrain . . . thank you
Nice, nice, nice.....and yet so naughty at the same time. ;)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

thank you so very much
Hop in, don't mind the sand in the floorboard please ;) haha Emily, what can I say..wow, so beautiful I wish I'd written it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this poem has the song, ladled warm comfort food, points of its own way up front and high,twin peeks,straining the mornings snaps, Dyam it is going to be a good day.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah,, beautiful poem here... the anology can be seen in excrucating detail, well done;-)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A clever, sensual poem, with a strong first image that opens the situation, then a lot of great metaphors that work through the subject. A poem of quality.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

real and true in its metaphor, using those words that are close to the primary colors, and still getting the emotional point across.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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