POETRY
Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry
YOU ARE HELD
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
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
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
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
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
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...
I Want to Sing in You
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?
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
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