POETRY

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

Winter

  Winter’s on the        tip               of          our                                      tongues. Frost speaks        (the ancient language)                        of                                 ice               and                                    ...

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...

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...

Come to My Sanctuary of Love

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…...

ACROSS THE WIND

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...

I Travel Across Your Heart

I travel across your heart landing softly upon your lips an open mouth willing to savor the taste of a sunset of bare skin pulsating with fractals of some long ago "could've been" memory– swelling like the ocean's tide on the edge of possibility

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.

THE DAWN OF WINTER

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...

It’s All Music

Light pours through my heart, a beacon of sun radiates bliss across my fingertips and touches your favorite sound: - words of love we whisper - cadence of poetry on our tongues It's all music. An electric sun-ray of hope and generosity, a sanctuary of remembrance, a...

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...
THE DAWN OF WINTER

THE DAWN OF WINTER

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...

Earth Story: When Earth Speaks

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...

Ancestor Ocean

Ancestor Ocean

The ocean is our ancestor. And our blood ancestors remind us that “The Great Birth of Creation” came from the waters: Waters carried from all sides of the earth. Water carried from joy, from heartbreak. Water bubbling with life—with väki, with awen. Go to the waters....

Wild

Wild

There’s a wild in the river’s rush: crystal ice melted from hard-working glaciers, stone and dust. They’re in a hurry to meet the fjords: the howling wind welcomes them home. ©Rebeca Cavender

Winter

Winter

  Winter’s on the        tip               of          our                                      tongues. Frost speaks        (the ancient language)                        of                                 ice               and                                    ...

When We Listened: A Wailing Song

WHEN WE LISTENED A Wailing Song for George Floyd    When you close your eyes to listen,  what do you hear?    Do you hear his name on the horizon     where ocean meets sky     where seagulls take flight and spread their wings like angels?   Even the...