Poetry

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

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...

Light in the Dark

LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...

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....

Earth – Sky Tantra: A Loving Birth Story

On the night you were born, Sky made love to Earth— passionate and filled with such fervor, that a rumbling, orgasmic, catalytic combustion of All Life was created. Word, Sound danced in infinite darkness until light spun through Sky’s fingers— ...

It Doesn’t Have to Be Complicated

It doesn't have to be complicated. It doesn't have to be rushed. There is a play on the wind that calls you, a hush in the moments where all is still. It waits for you: the quiet, the whisper of your heart. Simple blessings radiate the heat of your existence, the way...

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...

WHEN WE HURT

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...

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

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...

Your Light Ignites a Burning Flame

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

Your light ignites a burning flame bright on the lips of the water wave after wave you erupt an explosion of love an explosion of desire. I hear you come in the night stars kiss you the moon bows. You taste like memory a forgotten friend ready to be remembered. I need...

Come to My Sanctuary of Love

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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…...

Enter the Center of My Fragrance

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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

Poem for When We Hurt

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

And this earth aches more today. And this land shakes more today. And this eruption of chaos /of undulating pain/ screeches a little more loudly today. And this, each day. Each day: Tremors. Shaking. The fallen ice of children’s tears. And I want to caress the bruised...

On the Night the Stars Were Born

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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

I Am the Fire of Life

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred erotica

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...

Love in Yakima (or: Love in the Desert)

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

This is not the kind of love borne from cedar-ocean-moss or the scent of rain kissing your cheek. This is not lost in soft tides ebbing-flowing emotional currents changed by the hour, traveling outside territories searching searching searching. No. This love swallows...

Open the Gates

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

Open the gates to your sacred voice. Open the gates to the song of your soul. Open the gates to the chambers of your throat. Say "Ah." Speak. Speak your heart. Speak. Speak your mind. I'll kneel to the power of your truth. Mourn. Feel the lament in your belly swell to...

It Doesn’t Have to Be Complicated

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

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