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...

You are held in the light of love, the grace of all, the surrender of rapture. Lay your head upon my soft lap: Rest here. The scent of sweet lemon, a balm to your soul: golden light of ease, blooms within the sharp edges of your tired eyes. Sigh here.  The world seems...

Dance, dance, dance. Spin your ecstasy in Union. Hear the call of your heart; the drums of your feet, tapping the floor, an echo of remembrance, singing you home. Dance, dance, dance. Whirl into your cosmic body, your electric field of transmutation: Galaxies alight...

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 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...

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…...

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