POETRY

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

Earth Story: When Earth Speaks

Your body is land-water-sky. You’re birthed from all three. We live within you. Salt bones Liquid light Wind pathways: We bring you home. Home to the light dance. Of water and sky and land. You are our salt. —says Earth— ©Rebeca...

Love in Yakima (or: Love in the Desert)

This is not the kind of love borne from cedar-ocean-moss or the scent of rain kissing your cheek. This is not lost in soft tides ebbing-flowing emotional currents changed by the hour, traveling outside territories searching searching searching. No. This love swallows...

Singing You Home

i hear a kulning, there—atop the mountain shrouded in mist … elusive, catching light within the dark; the ancient song echoes across fields of hope, answered by gentle bells, ringing in the distance. I want to be carried upon the wind of sound that leaves behind a...

I Am the Fire of Life

I am the fire of life, your yoni portal, your everlasting light —the orgasmic birth of your holy presence. I lick up your spine in remembrance of your ecstatic flame. I lick up your spine —a lover of infinite proportions. I lick up your spine —in love with your body...

Light in the Dark

LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...

I See That Slight Curl of Your Lips

I see that slight curl of your lips mischievous and coy. I see the glimpse of arousal in your eyes, Bright with Fire. I hear the way your tongue curls in a languid hiss wanting yearning. I feel the desire on your hands and collapse to my knees. ©Rebecca Cavender

THE OCEAN’S RETURN

You are the sea breeze on a summer day: the scent of lavender and wood,  after it rains           :rich in soil - the kind that germinates                     blessings                           for crows                           for morning eagles                  ...

LOVE IN YAKIMA (OR: LOVE IN THE DESERT)

This is not the kind of love borne from cedar-ocean-moss  or the scent of rain kissing your cheek. This is not lost in soft tides ebbing-flowing emotional currents  changed by the hour, traveling outside territories  searching searching searching. No. This love...

Come to My Horizon

Come to my horizon, drink from my sea: a torrent of desire, echoing within your currents, your tides of salted-hope. Reach for the wild stillpoint, the edge of infinity; I’ll beckon you closer, then sweep you away. ©Rebecca Cavender
Feral Light. Dark Wild.

Feral Light. Dark Wild.

FERAL LIGHT DARK WILD In the dark of the moon Caillech sits with me by the low fire slowly stirring the cauldron of love, my heart the main course to sip the red blessing of devotion after all that has been laid at the lips of the sacred cleft— an opening to truth a...

Fire

Fire

I anoint you with the ashes from the fire that burned your illusions to the ground: a fire that rose from your heart, aching for a new song to lick you back to life— a fire bathed in melodious desire, soaked with the pleasure of impermanence. Barefoot, the soft...

Return to Life: On Resiliency

Return to Life: On Resiliency

For anyone who questions whether they’re loved, important, enough, or matter. For anyone who struggles to express themselves & their heart. I sing you back from the dark… back from the dark edge of the abyss— the unknown void, where death’s chambers have been...

Singing You Home

Singing You Home

i hear a kulning, there—atop the mountain shrouded in mist … elusive, catching light within the dark; the ancient song echoes across fields of hope, answered by gentle bells, ringing in the distance. I want to be carried upon the wind of sound that leaves behind a...

Impermanence

Impermanence

Impermanence swells along the mouth of the river open wide stretched in surrender to ceaseless change— sediment holds to the edge like an old lover, unyielding, unwilling to let go afraid to be swallowed by rising tides after winter hibernates and ice melts along the...

Radiance

Radiance

desire hums in your throat, penetrating the heart of serpentine wholeness— weaving you back to radiance. chthonic seeds of creation drip upon the skin of your song, illuminating a melody of hope released in a night of love.

Light in the Dark

Light in the Dark

LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...

I Open to You

I Open to You

  I open to you bright heart of fire a storm-tossed song- ancient in telling illuminated in time, echoing from the chambers of  hallowed caves, set for these rites,  this sacred touch.   There,  we speak soft words with hard tongues honey mouth languid...