SEX REDEFINED

Intercourse with a Tree

Spiritual Erotica

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Purity is not a debilitating separation from all created reality, but an impulse carrying one through all forms of created beauty. Teilhard de Chardin

…to be pure is to pursue our inherent quest for beauty. Matthew Fox

It begins with a kiss,
lips loving Tree’s roughness
then a quick hug
before finding that place,
the lacuna laguna
in Tree’s trunk

where fittingly I float –
roots and boots,
respiration and heartbeat,
sap and blood
entangling

in shadow, gasping stillness,
teasing leaves,
the taste of the electric…

The air poised in the peace
of us
yet straining,

yearning

for phosphorescence,
jagged bolts,
release –
the still small Voice thunderous
in delight’s forest aflame
within howls of glimpses beyond,
embryonic wisdom’s vibhuti

Sacred lust satiated, flickering.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022

Call me promiscuous. In a heartbeat, trees become my lovers.

Thank you, Zay Pareltheon and Viraji Ogodapola, for welcoming me to The Howling Owl. I am honored.

Thank you, dearest readers — my wise owls and spirit guides — for finding me here. Love.

jeni

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