“because perfection of the gentle gaze

is beheld in the waxed layers

upon layers,

            upon warmth, upon touch,

  upon layers of revision — of love”

“I summon forth She who lies in the shadow—

sharp salvation, sweet salivation

my sultry, my silly, my sensual

in Her every skin, she summons me

crawling on all fours…”

“There is surrender in the stillness. In bowing my head low enough to hear the pulse of the earth beneath me. In saying, I do not need to carry it all. Not today.“

“this is your Sensual speaking,

calling you Home.

come as you are. rise from the Earth.”