Your Hand
Your Hand is one of the articles I write about sacred sexuality. For me, the intimate and the divine are intertwined.
Poetry
They Gather Me Up
They gather me upThese treesThey gather me upTo mend my woundsAnd restore the depth of my soulTo the balance of me. They gather me upRoots and branchesTops and tipsBending to match the heightOf my heart in their presence. They gather meAs a prayer to the windAnd absolution to the soilAnd the moments of GraceWhich I …
Courage Gathered, I Name
Courage Gathered, I Name – a poem which came to me as I thought about how in the past I have given up myself in the face of abuse. I name you. I call you out. Once a feral focal point of my life. The best of me: Dominated. Hidden. Denied. In doubt. I ignored …
For Women Everywhere
For Women Everywhere — a poem which came to me as I thought about how in the past FEAR was present . FEAR I name you. I call you out. Once a focal point Of my life to Protect me from harm. Controlling the best of me. Making me Doubt the truth of My pain. …
A Cold Fog
A Cold Fog is one of many pieces I have written which explores how the intimate is intertwined with the divine. When my desire to feel a man’s finger trace my spine, to feel his lips on mine, to bring him pleasure in return – when this desire goes unfulfilled, the act of self-pleasure hangs …
Delight in Your Presence
Delight in Your Presence is a poem I wrote after meeting someone. I thought I knew how the meeting would go and what I would think. I made my mind up before hand. Which I did even though I knew better. And then … well, I was wrong. Wrong, big time.
Somewhere
Somewhere out in the world you are there I feel your movement I feel your smile Directed toward the people in your life Your friends, your family, your clients. One day your there will be my here I feel your pull I feel your desire Directed towards the me you do not yet know But …
This Womb
Often, when I am looking to express feeling and experience, the words take the form of a poem. This is one of those I penned while contemplating my inner essence, my core, that which gives birth to me. This womb has given birth to babies and more. More life. More love. More trust … much …
Walk the Line
Walk the Line is a poem I wrote after watching a movie about Johnny Cash and thinking about how the journey of life walks into the unknown and the unexpected.
Naught but Me
I stand at the threshold in the midst of the boundlessness. Depending on my frame of reference, I see the cosmic nebula of creative impulse. In tighter focus: a grain of sand and the smile of my beloved. In the luminous of this liminal awareness, I sense both motion and stillness, pause and thought, love …
Open Door
Open Door: every now and then my muse pushes me poetically — much as what happened when I penned this piece.
God to My Goddess
God to My Goddess is one of a series of poems that I have written about sacred relationship. There is a give and take which is important within authentic connection between lovers. We anticipate our best at the same time we consider our worth and our ability to show up as the partner we hope is desired and enjoyed.
Your Bags Came Packed
Your Bags Came Packed is a poem I wrote when I thought about what would happen when someone showed up at my door with bags filled with possibilities.
Sugar Kisses
Sugar kisses are sweet pieces of love and electric connection which should be honored with depth and commitment.
There is This Raw Place
There is this raw place within, In need of cauterizing to staunch the flow. A flow of pain, of words which fall flat in the emptiness created by the betrayal of trust’s fidelity. A betrayal which eagerly pushes at a claim of responsibility misplaced: What within brought this on? Simply the luck of the draw? …