yearning

an old one that I deleted somehow

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

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

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...

[REALIZE]

"I wish I were the hills
and this car you're driving
was a strong, slow hand
snaking around my own loosed curves."

Beautiful Play with words and this piece seemed effortless. It was engaging from start to finish. I guess it drew me in instantly. Great Piece.

[TamiViolet]

There is such a sexiness to your words, my friend.... and layer upon layer of depth.... Multiple meanings make the piece enticing and quite dynamic...

'rumbling of something resembling change/again and again and again/....

Then I will breathe deep and slow/breasts heaving raw and bare/in the gray mist of a hillnight.

You're amazing...wow...

[Ladysue]

Ok, I was draw in from the start. This is very sensual, deep, and so moving. I felt this one. Masterfully crafted...

[MiidniightSoul]

Wow, your poem is simply beautiful, stunning. You did an amazing job ^^

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Oh emily i am touched by the gentle skill of your words..there is a subtle and obvious sensuality rendered to your theme yet it is so very beautiful and poignant one can just wish that your words do not end..How strong is this feeling called yearning...it tugs at your heart and takes all that you have and yet all it accounts to is a void that deepens by every minute...
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
that stanza was lovely,breathtaking and powerful..

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats so beautiful , you merge with the nature , but your voice is so clear . Love it , I felt the passion Me

[Sean Allen]

Not at all what I expected from you Emily, but glad to see it. I'd be right there with you, but I always put everything off and I think I still have the studded snow tires on the old car. I like automotive erotica.

[voidsparrow]

romance made beautiful, but without detracting from the animalistic ferocity of it all. well done.

[Gandré]

I am too exhausted to comment on this meaningfully, but it echoes a theme I have been struggling with -snaking around my own loosed curves.

I want to be crossed by your

barest elemental energies-- --- and I really appreciate the poem's lyrical clarity and beauty of soft sensuality.