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...

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, ...

LOVE IN YAKIMA (OR: LOVE IN THE DESERT)

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...

I Believed In Magic…

ACROSS THE WIND

You come across the wind, stolen in time erased against the rhythm of the world. You defy elements: fire is your home water is your refuge earth is your cave. I don't know which way you came here, across my skin here, within my...

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...

Love in Yakima (or: Love in the Desert)

Feral Light. Dark Wild.

FERAL LIGHT DARK WILD In the dark of the moon Caillech sits with me by the low fire slowly stirring the cauldron of love, my heart the main course to sip the red blessing of devotion after all that has been laid at the lips of the sacred cleft— an opening to truth a...

Winter

Winter’s on the tip of our tongues. Frost speaks (the ancient language) of ice and ...

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....

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

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

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