now we walk

now we walk

A Poem by Emily B
"

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

© 2014 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
it wanted to stretch and reach

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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.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

12 Years Ago

thanks, at one time it was all left justified, still trying to decide what it wants to be when it gr.. read more
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

12 Years Ago

Oh, I like the right and left formatting, just the separate lines made it a little choppy. Was thin.. read more



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One of the top sensuous pieces I have read here..
Beautiful, Emily!!

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Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I soon found myself walking with you... sensing your senses, the anticipation of your heart, the pulsing of your blood, the hope and desire... like a lioness crouching on the dry grass as the lion approaches, ready to mount...

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Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Knowing I will be
a feast
for your hungry hands
ravaged by you

This was beautiful and stunning. It was a great walk through the desire that could be felt. :)

xxoxx

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Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alll-righty then! Excuse me, while I get myself a very very cold drink ...

This is a section of your wilderness that I didn't know about. One of those places that makes one tremble ... while he keeps walking forward. What did I think? That you didn't have this place in the forest of your soul? I guess it just never occurred to me.

Now excuse my, while I go stand in front of the open refrigerator for an hour or so.

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Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Umm..I'm gonna refrain from saying how this made me feel..but I'm a man
And I will say this--
I think I'm supposed to feel how i feel after reading this..
which means that it was executed effectively.
I just like how the piece pulls you along and inside it's mind..slowly, sensually, vulnerably, suggestively..it's the living word, I say...

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Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This NOT Robert Frost's wood you are walking in methinks! Rustle of leaves in unwritten next verse!

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Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

KURRUPTED- (AWESTRUCK AND SPEECHLESS, FOR A WHILE HE PONDERED FOR THE WORDS,WANDERING HIS MIND, GAZING INTO THE INFINITE GALAXY.....BUT THEN ALL HE COULD MANAGE TO SAY WAS ) "WOW!

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Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I melt and am reborn
on my knees

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your heat
surrounds me
in ways I never felt
before
I melt and am reborn


absolutely beautiful imagery.
your way with words instils awe and inspiration.....
I love this
written with such amaizng

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Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My...My ...Emily ????

211 1/2 degrees ..... !!!
Yet you manage ...to not go over the line....yet we see the liquidity ...rise to steam.

"ravaged by you
moved by the night
trembling
with the want of such a thing "

~ love that..... sometimes it's like that...not every moment is for composure ... ::: smile::

Blesssssssssss


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Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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