The air is thick with light:      heat, bright as a sun-torched gord                  (a drinking well,                  deep with thought,                  an expression of your truth,                                          your surrender,                          ...

You come across the wind, stolen in time erased against the rhythm of the world.  You defy elements:        fire is your home        water is your refuge         earth is your cave. I don't know which way you came         here, across my skin         here, within my...

On the night the stars were born I made love to you. I filled you with desire, hope, tender embrace. The moon shone her light of graceful hope into your eyes and I gathered you in my arms. ©Rebecca Cavender

You are the song of love. You vibrate in my heart, through my deepest wisdom, through the echoes of my bones. I know you. I remember you. I see you here. We sit across from one another a blessing of the Beloved a blessing to be reunited. You play my song. You play my...

The dawn of winter spreads its long light-wings to the aching meadow, illuminating Frost’s kiss —a coy remnant from last night. You think Summer’s grasses are now stoic, silent with cold: But they linger, blushing frozen white, renewed with glistening diamonds of...

My hips sway to your music: the way you play inside my heart, strumming chords of a symphonic fire, composed by your touch. I want to sing in you, rise up your spine through your fingertips out your throat a union without words only sound only love only grace....

How do you dream at night? Do the stars bow to your feet? Do they kiss your honeyed-lips? I want to step inside your sky, write your name upon the moon, taste the milk in my hair, and your hands in my heart. This is how I belong to you - inside you, within you. This...

And this earth hurts more today And this land hurts more today And this eruption of chaos  /of undulating pain/ is louder today.   And I want to caress the bruised cheeks of the planet, sweep into caverns of fire with sweet-honey rain—  spilling blessings for scorched...

Come to my sanctuary of love. This is where honeysuckle lingers on each fingertip,where the scent of jasmine permeates your essence.You are the flower of life,a lotus of love.Open your petals.Feel the nectar tasting your lips.Enter my baptismal waters of ecstasy…...