Raw, Naked and Laid Bare: Poems of a Sacred Love

By Ash Gallagher

Raw, Naked & Laid Bare is a breathless, gritty love story, exposing a soulful journey. Through prose and rhyme, the words read like a meditative exploration of both bliss and brokenness. It moves through moments of raging self-empowerment to self-sacrifice in spaces spiritual awareness and tender sensual bonding to heartbreak, an aesthetic rebellion on a mission to be honest and vulnerable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716154829

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Raw, Naked and Laid Bare: Poems of a Sacred Love

Raw, Naked & Laid Bare

Poems of a Sacred Love

by Ash Gallagher

Copyright © 2020 Ash Gallagher

ashgallagher.com/poetry

BEARTH Creative Productions

Second Edition

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-71615-482-9

DEDICATION

To Mon’Amour de trésor,

My utterances for you,

In Bareness we found our love,

My heart, labwa always.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

BLUE

AS I AM

FIRST BREATH

LAID BARE

STARS

PRACTICE

GODDESSES IN LOVE

IN MY SILENCE

WHERE WE SIT (A 3-PART ENCOUNTER)

AESTHETIC ALIGNMENT

NEW BREATH

SACRED LOVER

HUMILITY COMMANDS ATTENTION

AT YOUR MERCY

SURRENDER

DREAM OF YOU

AS ONE

CARNAGE

MEDITATION

CALLED BY NAME

FROM THE SOIL

WORTHY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

INTRODUCTION

I began writing poetry in high school, passing notes in English class with my friends, learning wit, muse, and bending words to fit my teenage angst. Those silly poems may not exist anymore but as the years have gone by, I have expanded. Now, for the first time, I share my poetics with you. It is an expression of my love, pain and petition, all inspired by a divine soul. Come with me on this journey. And may you also find yourself, you lovers, your raging heart, your joy, and your strength and your passion in the raw, naked spaces – laid bare before an audience of one.

BLUE

Her eyes glistened in the sun,

A golden shade of brown, but when she smiled and rested under the morning light,

There was a trace of blue, a thin line on the edge of her iris, like an outline half-drawn, a half moon it was, with its back to her nose.

You would not notice if you didn't look close.

Her dark brow line - strong and curved, sharply defined around her eyes.

It made the color pop, distinguished her exotic stare when she peered right into my soul.

It set her apart, even from her own twin.

There were no pair of eyes like hers and none who ever swept me off my feet