Allon Goldberg, Grade 12
Tamir Bejar, Grade 12
All of You
Emmanuella Agnu
To feel her embrace,
her long smooth hands
caressing my trembling chest,
and feast in her mere essence.
To thirst for her every touch,
and her full, young, black, lips.
She was as black as a starless night
with valorous eyes, white as the light of day.
Ohhh, how I loved the stares from those eyes.
Now, she's as red as my thorned heart
with harried eyes, orange as a sunset's beam.
I cannot say it wasn't me; I cannot say it was me either.
Her rough hands playing the piano to my heart's rhythm,
as she stared at me with a famished heart.
Hungry for all she is to me.
She's been through all the Gale's of my world,
but her alised mind won't let go.
Incredulity, for she expects anything more than scars