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...

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...

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...

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...

Poem for When We Hurt

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...

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...

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 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 ...

Come to My Horizon

Come to my horizon, drink from my sea: a torrent of desire, echoing within your currents, your tides of salted-hope. Reach for the wild stillpoint, the edge of infinity; I’ll beckon you closer, then sweep you away. ©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.

Dance, Dance, Dance

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

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 Breathe in the Soft Petals of Your Love

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

I breathe in the soft petals of your love an unfolding of grace a revelation of sound escaping crevices, —cavern-like— until the echo of light brings you to me. Remember: Dark soil gives rise to the sacred rose touched by the fingers of god and sun and all bright...

Come to My Horizon

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

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