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

 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.

 

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...

[ROXANE DORSEY]

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

[Trace]

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

[Emily B]

thank you very much

[Dane Osborne]

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.

[Emily B]

i think you just wrote my refrain . . . thank you

[OBWhiteHawk]

Nice, nice, nice.....and yet so naughty at the same time. ;)

[Emily B]

thank you so very much

[Corset]

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.

[lee von cleef]

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.

[Krithika Raghavan]

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

[Leslie Philibert]

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.

[kmartell]

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