Breasts 
by: Anita Teresa

murmurs during copulation
the sound of time spilling between fingers, 
the kneading of ancient and newborn muscles, 
my tired breasts suddenly buoyant and queenly
regressing to the desire which quakes their 
innards and inspires
me to laugh with pain
and hug legs into chest without complaint
and let this tenderness fill my soft pinnacled beauties—left and right—
this river of pathos needs me to conquer every man until he cries and asks for more of this milky surrender
that lies within him
ready to be received by the mother lamb’s udder
the womb that tied him at the beginning, now frees him asunder
laugh! Man! Because you have traveled far. 
But now it is time to reign from an entirely 
different throne.

Breasts by: Anita Teresa

Will you value 
My love
Will you hold
Each ray 
As sun 
Sacred blooming
Will you 
Throw your life 
On the line
Will you climb
Your mountain
And peak
My valley
To rest 
As sacred holy sex
Will you prove 
Your worthiness
Through loving me open
Unashamed 
Unbound by worldly
Bouts of doubt
Will you murmur
The word of god
And taste the fall
Deep within
My crevice
Filling 
Any loneliness
With the sounds 
Of desire
Consuming 
Each cry 
Each howl
Each moan
Each mount
Tremoring me
To sieve
Your love
Into the crashing blood 
Of my veins
And the holy heat
Of the alchemy
In your desire
Will you touch
The tempo of my hips 
In deliverance 
As that vast 
River kills
What's left of ego
Drowning out 
Any fog of separation
Through the murmer
Of jaws 
Open wide 
Gaping 
Through the
Amazing grace 
Of our tasting
Will you brave the task
Of bringing back 
The waters home
And stream my sex
Pure and holy
Vast and free
Will you fill me 
With your 
Value seed?

Value Seed

What is Embodied Technology?

Desire

Back in the garden 
I satiate the sweet 
Stem of my soul
With lungs Of longing
Holding the heart
Steadfast,
In this naked nest 
Of blood vessels 
Plucked from the
Shadows that melt 
Here on earth 
In red rebirth, 
Blossoming... still.

-Megwyn White

Naked Heart

~Your core~

Is the *essence* of the rock you stabalise
It is the mountain of your being 
Crystallized in presence 
To either stand tall
And 'peak' like a mountain
Or suffer the loss in measure
To sink...
Like a valley
And criss-cross the other *out* or IN 
To this beautiful landscape
A painting 
Made of the architecture
And the texture
Of interaction
In that maze called love
Catching the light of the moon, 
The stars 
The universe 
As it echoes afar 
And feels the other 
As mecca 
As molecule
Dancing about
The dark side of our cavernous 
Path to freedom
Called to
Peek within.