EVOLutionary Erotica

For you, Patty

In honor of Patricia (the hurricane)
sparing the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, where we live…
And as an offering to The One who penned her a note with a request,
that my girl unexpectedly obliged…

dear patty

I Am Here in a room
with Wine
and Prayers (Tabacco)
and new, red lipstick.

Our time changed today, in Mexico…
Oh, how they do.

Some cloudy days by the sea
when the sky eclipses blue-gray opaque waters,
I string nonsensical syllables into Song
much like you,
when you Move Silence.

This non-sense:
a tribute to your absence,
an acoustic concerto on voice
coupled with the whispers of the waves,
accompanied by the beat of the Heart.

Sweet,
like that evening;
dark clouds just blew in.

In the Land Of My Birth,
They say
an ugly voice calls in the Rain.

But isn’t the Medicine Man the one who chants for the Waters to come?

It might not be the sweetest intonation,
but their’s is a Powerful Invocation.

I am an Urban Shaman.
I am the City’s Rainmaker.
Crying down the Heavens like I did that day,
when you led the release of what I carry inside…
O Holiness.

Hear Me Now!
My Body’s Song…
Poetry in Motion.

ENDOCORPORALITY
– ara, 9.2014

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Heart-felt

I’m sorry
I spoke of things about you that had nothing to do with me
It was not my place to save face
when The Truth Is
I was Just As Guilty too.

So should I come clean?
Bare It All?
The Way I once did for you?

I’m grappling
with the feeling of a raw heart ripped open
Knowing trust has been broken
by your own hand.

There is no excuse!
So I’ll let you have the last say.

You’re welcome
To rip me out like an unwanted page in your story
Mark as just another bleep in your Song.

I abandoned Her!
Dust bunnies humping all over Her Room
Now I’m scared to enter…
Where did my subtlety go???

I’m sorry!
I,
Woman
Am Eager
To Bite into the Forbidden Fruit of Passion.

See, its all part of how I Make A Living
and I Do It All With Heart.
Sometimes bleeding,
like tonight.

I Am Woman,
Pussy-ing Up to my actions.
I’m sorry I am also Human
And that only you know where I’m Coming From.

STAINED SENSES

White Sheets
Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.

Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:

For – …
:
.

Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Slowly
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
And now,
there is no rest for me in this place!

So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?

Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.

It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,

and that mysterious scent of yours.

STAINED SENSES

THEN AGAIN, MAYBE NOT

I want to know how my Writing makes you feel
Understand
The way Words Strung Together move across pages
   through your eyes
and deep into your gut
   Let your loins speak, Boy!
Rest assured, I will listen.

I am intrigued by your reception…
 Could there really be resonance in this happenstance of a connection?
So I draw myself close…
Enough to expose the darkest recesses of this Soul,
baring parts of me that have never stood in the spotlight.
This Show is exclusively for you, Honey.

I had forgotten what Being Seen feels like.
Your Witnessing breaks me open,
Your Attention has made me blossom,
and the Heart beneath my bosom – flutters.

Do you like what you see?
It sure seemed like it…
So now that you know where I’m coming from,
   why the sudden change with your signals and station?
I see no sign of you in the horizon.

I KNEW IT!
From the very beginning.
Mismatched frequencies that just so happened to collide
For a moment in Time, not even in Space.

I am grateful all the same.
You’ve changed the way my Songs are conceived;
how I’d like to be perceived, received.
   It’s still you I long for…
but not for much longer, I believe.

I miss your Presence.
I feel the distance.
And its now official…

This isn’t going anywhere but down.

Ode to Writing

Hello Old Love.
   It’s been a while since our last meeting.

I remember
Your Words gliding off my fingers
   as I leisurely moved them through the Air,
infused with your unmistakable prEsence.

   Sweat
Dust
   Sundown

Our first encounters
some lazy afternoons in my youth.

You captivated me
With your Beauty
     Boldness
Unpredictability
     and Candor…
My Desire for you has not waned.

Perhaps
   Now
The Wanting comes from Deeper Within
   a fixation to be encapsulated by your breath…
Spoken Word.

But for my eyes to behold every part of you has always been my weakness.
To feel my hands skim your body is my preferred obsession,
   a compulsion to be embraced by your Warmth.

And so…
   Here We Are Again,
Together in the Red Room
   Dancing to each other’s breath.

Hello Old Love,
It’s beautiful To Be With You again.

#dp

From the Depths of Me

chamela blues

I’m ready to reveal myself to you
what I Want,
what I Need,
I’ll show you my Longing for Something Deeper,
still.

I’m ready to tell you what my Dreams look like,
so much so,
you’ll know
how it feels to be Inside of me.
I will Fill You In.

You’ll know the color of my wanting,
the burning of my Desire.
See the smoke rising from the consummation of my love,
an Offering on this altar of ours.

Pray with me,
and sing
to the tune of our Hearts Beating as One,
Bodies Breathing as One.

Walk in to my Fantasies,
make them come alive.
From the depths of our Prayers
we will reach the high Heavens…
One Breath,
at a time.

#wpc

Birthday Suit

Like a seed
Softening its outer shell
I’m getting ready to penetrate the ground.

Lead me back to my Roots
Reveal secrets only this Body knows,
this Blood.

Its getting warm in Here
I want to take it all off,
all the Layers of Me
Masks
Capes
Hats
Armor
Be left with the Lightness of my Being.

Would you hold Me?
Should I shudder with the icy stares of All The Different Parts of Me?
Wrap your Warmth around my Body, please
before a chilly air freezes my naked Heart.

Let me just stretch out for a Moment,
Try this Light on for size, see how It fits.

Thank You for Holding Space…

…for a New Dance to Come Alive.

RAICILLA

I can feel your fermented roots washing down my throat.
   So potent –
yet you don’t burn inside.
Lining my lips with a drop of your Spirit,
a hazy memory of you returns…

You move
   in dark, slow motion
like a cat with white paws and black fur on it’s back.

You danced so gracefully, Love.
And it ripped my Heart to pieces!

Who knew
you would give so much of yourSelf to The Process,
Each Time
Extracting the Very Essence of You to the stage.

You’re Performing again tonight.

So am I.
Giving mySelf to these pages,
   Birthing Red Ramblings
Every evening between breaths.
Curling up and contracting what The Senses perceive
  The Body then stretches
Expresses,
Distilling my Experience into a Blissful Exchange
   Between You & I.

So I propose…
   a toast!

May there be many more moments
   of this Ever-Evolving Eros.

¡Salúd!

RAICILLA
– ara, 2014

#dp

*clink*clink*

I like the smell of beer too,
once my Lover drinks it.
But I like the taste of wine better,
slowly sipped
from your treasured chalice.

My Lover’s breath is bittersweet,
fermented words & barley
His Souls whisperings are hot and holy,
His Expression, my preferred addiction.

But you,
Your cup is overflowing,
Will you not pour me a glass of my own?
Don’t hold on to all the goodness now,
There’s no fun or love in hoarding.

Share.
Share if you care to,
But don’t spill a single drop.
Make haste,
But don’t waste!
And save me a little bit of loving…
Here’s to a beautiful evening.

Cheers!

#dp

The Medicine Tree

If Humans are the bottom-dwellers in a Sea of Air,
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!

Let us be more like Trees!

So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!

(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring! Although what I currently get paid to write during the day satisfies one’s needs, it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One’s Desires…)

One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.

When you don’t…
The Body languishes,
Heart connections are cold
The Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.

How though?
How does one Incarnate?

Sorry.
Can’t answer that for you, buddy!
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.

But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)

Turn on from Within.
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
This
is
Yoga.
~ Union ~

And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Red Ramblings.

Like a Tree,
I Take In
all that is,
was
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.

Some nights are steamier than others…
smoke dances,
the mist rises
and falls,
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.

There is no greater Fulfillment than Birthing into Being the Divine Inside.

What Medicine do you exhale?

*originally posted on the UrbanShamanMom blog.

**#dp.