Sweet Release
There was one time that I posed the question:
“What is sweetness?”
and the only answer I remember was from my friend, an artist and massage therapist who responded:
“Release.”
So: What is release?
As I orgasm on the floor of my room because I have discovered it is the only thing that will move the deep agonizing ache in my womb when I am bleeding,
I can feel that in the letting go, there is also energy pushing, rising out of me
that when I am hungry to consume,
I must also emanate
This taking that is giving
between me and the nutrients of the world
my teeth sinking into pink pinneaple guava petals plump and wet in the morning air,
My face pressing into the finest cool velvet of a rose my eyes absorbing it’s luminously colored light and form
eating it up inhaling it’s fragrance deeply and offering my exhales to the leaves receiving
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This taking that is giving
between me and the nutrients of another
skin tasted, on lips to cheeks to noses, soft above rough collars
hearts felt beating a strong rythm reverberating beyond respective cages
giving and taking the sensation of breathing and being breathed
I want to feel this;
to release into my hunger
in a way that I give myself to everything that I love
freely.
Shedding all my fears that I am contaminated
that something in the flavor I have to offer is overripe, rancid, rotten.
Shedding all my fears that all of it is anything but love
anything but the taste, feel, look, and sound of love.
Letting the flesh of me free
into the rising energy of my surrender.
