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CONTENT WARNING: If the idea of a woman sensually touching herself is not your jam, this video and poem are not for you. Please do not watch. But if you are at all curious about a new language for women’s pleasure, we made this for you. Totally tasteful, totally suggestive. This is what metaphor is for. And if you like it, please share. “No Longer Empty-Handed” is the twelfth track on RISKING LOVE, a spoken-word album that explores how we might fall more deeply in love with the world as it is, even when that seems impossible. 

RISKING LOVE was made in collaboration with the amazing guitarist Steve Law. Video by the glorious Holiday Mathis
To purchase RISKING LOVE, visit here.
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And if you are a member of the Recording Academy (or know a voting member for the Grammy Awards), please consider this album for the Spoken Word Poetry Category. 

Video and Audio Releases from RISKING LOVE to Date
Safety Net ;  The Precious Matter of Love ; I Want an Interlude with Mr. Clean ; Into the Questions ; For the One Who Is Gone ; In Case You Don’t Know Already ; The Long Marriage ; The Broken Heart Goes Dancing ; Still Here ; Self-Portrait as Tuning Fork ; Because My Heart Is Where You Now Dwell ; No Longer Empty-Handed

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To each clip of two teenage boys who dance
together in public places, joy
in their serious faces, joy
in each articulated twist of neck,
each synchronized pop of wrist and knee.
To the librarian, his dark hair a wild and
curly halo surrounding his angelic face
as he narrates of kids helping each other.
To each second spent listening
to the mischievous bass player
in his small kitchen with friends
as they saute noodles
and belt out Fly Me to the Moon.
To my daughter who sends me
cats crawling into impossibly small spaces
and finding happiness there,
the way I, even now, I climb into
this small rectangle in my hand
and curl into the surprising happiness
of a red-headed boy with a lilting voice
in a bright yellow raincoat
walking me through a forest
and showing me hen of the woods
and a clutch of orange mushrooms,
life thriving in a world so damp somehow
my own cheeks are now wet.
 

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