And when I just let the tears fall, Let my eyes pool and overflow Down the cheeks and clavicle To the sturdy plate of breast bone That guards the soft flesh of beating heart, Dripping with delicate rhythms of sorrow- Then too, Water falls from streams up above Pooling in sturdy frames of rock Down riverbeds of moss and Valleys of moist green Guarding the soft flesh of beating Earth Dripping with delicate rhythms That nourish seeds of tomorrow.
So it seems my erotica pallet is expanding to include other colors. Please let me know how this one lands for you. After all, everything can be sensual if we just open to it.
💜 Juniper
Dammnnnn Junes this is really good.
Also your comment about anything being sensual if we’re open to it reminded me of this book about DMT, which was written by the first researcher to conduct human DMT trials. One of the participants said that near the beginning of his journey he was surrounded by these alligator creatures and they were raping him and he was absolutely terrified. Then he said something shifted and he opened himself to loving them and he started making love to them and then it all fell away and he was no longer afraid, just full of love.
Anyway, it’s a very interesting book. Thought you might dig it.
I love the poem.
SO GOOD . i love the way you bring sensuality and eros to some of the more dense emotions we sometimes avoid. making the pain pleasurable too. and the connection to the earths waters flowing just like our tears. to nourish the heart, i cant seem to get enough