Poetry

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

Enter Me

Enter me, the Cosmic Womb of Love, the Primordial Mother of All. I am the Universal Shakti, the Everlasting Light of Life. Feed from me. I offer you the honey-crystals of sweet surrender. I give you your life to suckle from me. I am yours to take: the embodiment of...

Enter the Center of My Fragrance

Enter me. Enter the center of my fragrance, the elixir of my Love. Come closer. Hear the taste of honey on your tongue. My sweet embrace beckons you, my soul-heart whispers your name. Enter here. Enter me. Intoxicate me. ©Rebecca Cavender

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.

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

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...

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...

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....

I RETURN

I feel the beat of my heart in the womb of the earth. It pulsates, extending a warm hand -stretched across sky- tracing, like braille, secret codes that remember truth grace a mirrored love. There's union in this: magma ...

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...

THE AIR IS THICK WITH LIGHT

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 ARE HELD

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

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...

IN BETWEEN

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

You light the fire of my heart: tender and warm, a flame to be reconciled. Do you open yourself to the splendor of possibilities, the rapturous heat awaiting you? You speak in tongues and whispers, fingertips and salt. In between, a silence: then crack like frozen...

It’s All Music

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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...

You Are the Song of Love

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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...

Poem for Remembering: Mourning

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

Find the center of mourning. Gently press your palm upon it. Hear its sharp rhythm, its slicing moan, its cry of release —Even when you feel the scrape of humanity etching hurt across division lines —Even when your body reveals fallow aches, secrets buried in plain...

Enter Me

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

I Want to Sing in You

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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?

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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...

I See That Slight Curl of Your Lips

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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

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