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Divine eroticism breaks me open and heals me whole

or

Eros amidst adversity!

I am Sacred 

age 22

Eroticism is laying on my momma's belly

Her super clean while cluttered one bedroom apartment in Crown Heights Brooklyn

Holding one another

As the images of the television flicker in the window

Breaking into fraggled light particles

Sneaking past the steel black window guard

Keeping thieves and light out

Listening to her light filled breath

In & out

Healthy again

Cool

My hot head and soft baby hairs stroked by her thinly lined

finger tips

Giggling

To the season finale of

"Once upon a time"

Screaming "Emma, why won't you just believe."

Fantasy real- OUR Church on a Sunday night

No words just warmth

Brown arms wrapped around

One another in our street clothes

My mom's pet peeve overlooked

It's like a prayer

Love MaGniFied.

She 

No longer scared of my gayness rubbing off

Thoughts melt in the heat of the brim of summer

Fear bugs scurry under the bed of what she might catch in between

her soft

Baby blue sheets

When I leave.

Fear monster tucked under the bed- temporarily forgotten.

All that matters now is

Ear to heart

Lips to navel

Breathe to breathe

The clutter of old wounds

And gay stereotypes

melt away

as we get lost in TV fantasy

Love in mother daughter bonds renewed

Off screen

Erotic Love

All beings operate within a family system. To treat the soul we must treat the whole.

Eroticism cracks me open

&

Heals me whole.

*****

I am Apsara - age 32

I started out as a temple dancer. I was so honored to be called by Spirit.

To open up and undulate and curvature. And sing and praise.

Voice with beings with bodies, moving in tantric form.

Acknowledging and recognizing the beautiful bliss inside of me

And presenting it to those who came and shared space

It started out as a commitment to God

Dancing with Spirit gave life a new meaning

A family calling

Honoring a Yoruba Kerala lineage

that went back for generations

So I sent for my Jamaican Yoruba aunties and mother to immigrate

So I would no longer be bank of foreigner

So they could be with God and be taken cared of

An honest living- living in love

And our safe house became soils

Liked pillaged over burnt through forest land

Became my bush

And those came and entered the temple

And said they were the conduit to God

Priests and pastors started calling me a sodomite gyal because

I represented a conduit that they did not know of

They called me sinful

Dem bow

Bow down or bun fiyah pon dem

They said the only I could redeem myself was to bow down before them

Because they knew the way

They knew the way to Jehovah Jirah

Hi Haile

Ras Tafari

They knew the way

The source and the light

And one day

Fist to mouth

Legs spread

Palms wide open

He took me

He said my body lured him into sinfulness

He said that my very undulation

My very being was his healing, how could I deny him

His bliss

The one that I trusted

The one that I confided in

my hearts joys and woes in the confines

of what became concubines

confidence

The one who claimed access to Glory

Forced himself upon me

I hated him

And my body more

But you I could never hate

And in that love hate

Sarasvati- Divine Wisdom

My daughter was born

What a beautiful young lady

Bearing the locks of love in the midst of despair

Born in that temple

Without anesthesia

But today I commit to escape and get back to my direct connection with God

Get out of this place

That has marked my body and soiled my womb

rebirth

For in order for a phoenix to rise it must first burn

You burnt me and betrayed me but I will betray myself no more

I must get out of this place

Because I have gotten too used to this fist remaining in my mouth

Bliss starts now fuck you mother flowers

You do not limit me

You do not get to tell me again

who has access to God

You do not get to call me a sodomite gyal

You do not get to tell me I have limited ways

That I lured you in

You were wrong

Something inside of me knows freedom that is deeper that this

Deeper than the limitations that you have placed me in

Deeper than the cage that has become my body that has become my temple

My daughter and I will get out of this

Even if it is only an inch closer to freedom

Spirit calls us forth

Never underestimate the power of the small flicker of light desiring freedom within

Calls us forth into freedom

Eros pours thru me

pushing past resistance

Enough

is

enough

****

I am Taneshia- age 42

I applied for a visa

to get asylum for my future wife and I

To get asylum in the states

And we ended up being sold as a pair

Into brothels in Oakland streets and Brownsville

storefront shops

And now this

Detention cell

The man with the jaggle tooth told me $500 would buy me freedom

From the threats back home

Dam money mekin system

Now we are here

How we end up here
We know not
In this cold place
In between
We now call home
Between west oakland

crown heights brooklyn
And jamaica west indies
These uptown girls
Live a life
In a detention camp
Lovers born
Out of strife
Melting into the arms of another
This place is like a madhouse
Wailing noises and
Screaming mothers
Going mad
And somehow
You find laughter in a moment
Find a dandelion growing out the shoot
Of the fence
Bring it to me
And there lies joy
Eros
Amidst
Destruction
And despair

Eroticism breaks me open and makes me whole

Despite adversity I still find hope in

Enduring Love

I cannot give up now.

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