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June 6, 2019

I would Show you a Love that is Wild but Lasting.

 

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I wish I was young…

If I was young
I would
be barefaced
and barefooted,
just toes and fingers and sinewy limbs.
I would
be some pretty, woodland magic
in a beaded, sheer tunic.
I would
wash my hair in the river
tossing it back
over my shoulders
and I would
appear in your dreams
like a moon song flower.
I would
stumble down rocks
straight into rushing water
to the other side of everything.

If I was young
I would
sing my heart out in a band,
bold and wanton earthy
leave my body up on stage
rising up from a shiny puddle
and I would grow hoarse
from all the talking
from telling you my stories,
from describing all the details
of this line
and that shape.
But I would never tell you
why
I
can’t
love.

If I was young
I would walk to your house,
I would look for your shadow,
I would wait for your lips,
and I would lick my own
like sticky, sweet sugar on a rim.

I wish I was young…

If I was young
I would devour
your ever-present truth;
I would show you something wild
but lasting
inside my fleeting youth.

~

author: Kimberly Valzania

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Rigel Angelina Jun 18, 2019 12:23pm

Lovely. A total sense of time travel to my youth, that surprisingly is still very much alive in me now as an adult. Thank you. <3

Bill Winfield Jun 18, 2019 7:32am

If only…:)

Kimberly Valzania Jun 12, 2019 11:06am

Poetry! Thank you for reading. <3

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Kimberly Valzania

Kimberly Valzania practices mindful gratefulness. She is creatively driven to share her personal experience and opinion on weight loss, fitness, life changes, adventures in parenting, marriage, day-to-day triumphs (and failures) and the truth-seeking struggle of simply being human. As words tumble out, they are sorted into cohesive piles and delivered via poetry and short essays. She hates writing so much she can’t live without it.

Read more at her website.