The Forest Felt Your Breath
and other eco-erotic inspiration
Today’s Full Moon post pulls from the archives of eco-eroticism; a spectrum of pleasure awakened through connection to the natural forces and elements which we are all a part of.
Next week I’m thrilled to be facilitating an ecosensual ritual at Honcho Campout, the queer forest festival rooted in planetary liberation. The sacred sensuality of our planet-bodies will move through three phases: offer ~ eco ~ eros.
Until more recently, there’s been surprisingly little written on the topic, however ancient and vast its practices are. From sex outdoors to ecstasy experienced seeing sunlight through leaves; most of us have felt moments where the perceived separation between us and ecology melts into oneness.
There’s no one way to talk about or experience the ecosensual to ecosexual spectrum; it’s about what feels good for all beings involved.
In the branching beyond confines of human-only pleasure, eco-eroticism can be experienced with moss, stone, water, tree and oneself, or also with another.
It’s our birthright to experience consensual eco-erotic bliss. As with humans, we must ask and receive permission from more-than-human lifeforms like mountain, rock, tree.
The practices are opened through touch, sight, taste, sound, or smell. Our ancestors knew how pleasure is enhanced by merging energy with the elements. This ecstasy can be offered to habitat, as well. The heightened vibration of our cells is felt by all beings around us and reverberates back to us, multiplied.
A muse I met in an ecosensual workshop at Honcho last summer inspired a river of ero-erotic poetry to flow through me; breathless beauty tumbling through image and rhythm unto the page.
I caught a few and share them here with you, along with a sketch of manzanita’s sexy arms as well as the melding of bodies, love, and mountain in the 2015 painting, Native Grasses and Our Naked Bodies.
The Forest Felt Your Breath
Gentle poise
may I sit upon your lap?
Your softness reached me
at the bench.
How grounding to put the rock
pressed between us,
an edge beneath us,
to feel into each other’s aura.
Without leaving our bodies
we inches closer,
blindfolded, finding our way
to honey.
Your collarbone led me to your lips
past instructions,
the forest felt your breath
and I, your hips.
Our direct brightness is new
and needed in 2000 bodies.
How steady you feel
in finding me.
Forest fairy play with me longer in the water,
linger at the lines beyond desire
where we are luscious and full,
where your face frames the sun and moon.
Your soft orange landing in the morning
meets the beauty of your gentle curves,
our inhales submerged
in dirt and fern and dew.
Service in servicing, serving into sweetness.
Tall and strong like trees
bathing me, holding you
fire and lights radiate, summer hue.
Tender tendril of hunter, tanner.
Ecology crush, let me study you.
Let!s meet again, twinkle-eyed.
I’ll kiss you camping til the day is new.
