The Sensual is Speaking

(Erotic Liberation & Power)

I came here to speak of the liberation lying hidden in the Erotic.

how the shame and guilt we’re taught to carry—

around our bodies, our sexuality, our sensuality—

exists only to keep us disempowered,

barred from exploring depth,

from retrieving ourselves.

from experiencing Life.

and how Liberation will require those of us

with the courage, the disposition, the hunger

to go there.

time and time again.

I feel this pulse of Truth,

beating through me like a raging river.

I choose — at last — to see it,

to let it seep from my pores,

spill from my mouth,

slither out of my guts.

she’s massive and expansive and all encompassing

a monstrous beast born from shadows.

I stand before her

only after consuming Death like medicine—

inhaling my corpses like oxygen,

exhaling their flesh as new breath.

now, She trusts me as animal.

I move, I dance, I thrash

like a snake charmed by Her song

a cat before a ball of yarn

entranced in the beckoning call back into body—

an ancestral siren hymn

that sounds like granma’s humming

echoing loud as Her cackling

crackling in the embers of my fire

I stretch my limbs and She takes me higher.

soon, I will let Her flood my senses,

become my Being—

for the sake of seeing

what is needed,

for the sake of our survival.

times of mass destruction

are times of purgation.

are times of transformation.

are times of mass creation.

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…