Everything is an Act of Love
Sexuality, Sensuality, the soft ss sound,
the soft pink and red colors that spread,
The warm orange that casts a hue
The slippery, smooth, silky sound of love.
Love of self, love of art, love of life, love of expression.
Sexuality is creative, it is fluid, it is ambiguous.
It is flirtation with life.
The smile, the laughter, the silly nature of being human,
and not taking yourself so seriously.
The intimate nooks in which we find comfort,
in a place filled with so much pain and uncertainty.
I want to paint the walls pink.
I want to decorate the place with lace, sparkles, candles, gems, leather, leopard print,
all the most beautiful, dazzling things.
I will make this place my own very sacred womb.
Through dance, I connect to the song of life,
the rhythm turns on within me,
As I find the beauty of something that can only be truly known through experience.
Through dance, I connect to the song of life,
the rhythm turns on within me,
As I find the beauty of something that can only be truly known through experience.
I want to dress myself in pearls, in lingerie,
put on a red lipstick and let my hair be free and wild.
Embody the wind,
move like a snake,
seduce my reflection,
and in turn the whole world.
Turn myself on—
My candle is red, burning, and vibrating.
Spread the incense through my dance,
And note its every curve,
every flicker that transforms softly but noticeably.
I want to be flexible just like that.
Divine, divine, divine—
She is divine.
I look up at the Moon in constant awe,
The Sun wakes me up with rainbows on my face,
Perhaps not everything is so doomed.
I breathe.
I breathe.
I breathe.
There is substance to that,
there is meaning to that life.
Sway side to side,
run my hands all over my body.
Sway back and forth,
appreciate the motion that moves the stagnancy.
I wipe the dust with the palm of my hand—
Stillness can be found in motion.
Fluid, lush, rich.
I want to press my teeth into the softness of your skin.
I want to look through the window of your soul
and see the whole universe unfold.
The human condition of suffering finds a cure through love.
Like the melody of sweet, swarming string arrangments of a violin—
I open my heart up to the world.
Open, exposed, vulnerable.
I am pulsating with pleasure.
Invite the sacred space of sensuality,
Transmute the pain into pleasure.
Find it safe. Find it safe.
Intimacy is the swirling of a carousel
that does not make you sick.
It makes you happy.
It makes you dizzy, tingly, full of life and laughter.
Explore. Discover.
Light up with curiosity.
Let the heart guide.
It is easier said than done,
but it is not impossible.
The hot water washes my sins,
my fears, my doubts—
Let it all go down the drain.
Everything is an act of love.
I make love.
I make love.
Solitude is soft, gentle, peaceful, and safe.
Company is soft, gentle, peaceful, and safe.
I am one in the same as everyone else.
Cover Photo by Hoàng Bầu. Edited by Genevieve Zakosky.