Love Stains

I’ll bet you’re my One of a kinda King
& see...I ain’t no bettin’ Queen
yeah... I birth Love
that All My Children grow up...losin’ the worth of...…Her
in these hella-Days of Our Lives
&..... I’d bet you a Chocolate caramel-twist filled embrace,
topped by a Multi-Rose petalled delight kiss,
on the juicy lips of your face....
You....
one of a kinda Lover, withIn the dreams of My Soul ….

See.... like Wombman contracted you
&..... you knew what wonder Love could do....
You One of a kinda King
to... get close enough......
see.... My Key’s of invisibility
& as I missed your soul passing me by,
living life
you passed mine by,
living life
in the midst of looking for what we are...
…..Love
“Love”
…..it had always been withIn us each
& lovin & embracing me
You reached...
&... I felt a tug inside
as your essence feels me.... with flutters, giggles & glee...
bypassing the scars and wounds
that locked my heart’s exterior room,
entering from withIn,
felt, not seen
inside.....

so I’d bet you..... for free that is,
as Love gives....
on that Chocolate necked kiss of bliss,
you delivered.....drift....Ing
in the wind’s breeze,
creat...Ing the joy in my soul...
call...Ing me into the rhythm of the dancing trees,
swaying into your soul’s embrace,
while Us two dancing rivers of hearts overflow lovin’ ….
spillin’ every bit if All, cuz we replenish Love like
like....Love
giving Love’s blood transfusions,
lover to lover, we gallop in the wind
inhaling one another’s breathes
I tickle your King Soul,
with the laughter you brought into my heart,
feather tip, softly whispering my fantasies, desires, dreams, & fears....
into your Soul’s ear,
burying it All into a burrows deepness....
the Beings of Our Love’s Safety,
where Our heart lays at rest

I tell you
I’ll bet you, like I know that love is free,
if you found entry here...with no external entry
You’re my One of A Kinda...
My Soul King
Queen say…..hear Me (Love)....humming your name in melodic tones
throughout moments....unconsciously conscious...
we be reMixing Lover’s moans, in obliviousness of any
on….
into no time…no space,
as you feel me,
withIn the warm atmospheric pressures...
my Beloved King...
I’ll suppress the pains of your past
protecting your heart with a Warrior’s Love
& all that’ll remain are the permanent stains
Stains that real lovers try to eraseeee.
Erase....
E
R
A
S
E.....ing
creating holes where Love use to live
& we lovers peer through holey hearts,
using our resentment, anger and pain as shields,
wearing masques....peering through
not to be shattered, torn, nor scorn
until….
Real as You & True as Me...
as Love just Is.....don’t see...Feel Me?
as She does ...Oh Love....what it is She does...
“Love”
steppin’ inTwo ….filling hearts…
...again
feeling.....filling…mending….caressing permanent stains
into lessons and wisdom we’ve now gained
the voids...
the scars....
the realization takes home.... inside,
occupying the heart’s house...We Rise
Creating Her home ...here
fertilizing with wonder-Seeds....
And. And....
I’d bet you, just like I’d bet the freedom that Love Is...
You’re Uniquely created....My One of a Kinda King
entering from withIn
raw. fresh. an unStained Love starts
“This time We win,”
says Love.

© 1/25/13 (Mbali) LeTisha.Woods

Ambrosia Love ~Spoken

Ambrosia Love

~plastering the wounds of Her,

with overflowing affections of HimSelf

~feathering His fears & bruises,

with Her wing’s delicate embraces

~He lifts Her high,

supporting the indescribable Queen She Is…

enamored in the bows of Her dark, brown eyelids,

as they close, then reveal their moons,

consuming all of Her pain…dreams...Her wishes,

loving the fullness of Her lips,

the vibration of Her hips,

to Her sugar-coated, warm breaths,

that touch His soul,

with the richness of truth

~she picks Him up,

elevating the King that’s undeniable,

adoring the midnight depth His eyes speak

& soft lips don’t surrender,

inhaling His pain…hopes…His desires,

admiring strength in the width

of his broad, chocolate, shouldered protection,

the command of His stance,

to his nectar flowing ardent breaths,

that brush Her soul,

with the gentleness of the truth

~she blankets His King Soul,

~He cloaks Her Queen,

as they implant mutual Soul therapy

and pleasuring needs,

~WithIn Soul vows~

of ancient friendship, devotion & honor

for lifetimes…

~They are~

One sweet, flowing, Ambrosia Soul

© LeTisha.Bowie 12/22/12

Rainstorm

I can feel the smile that curves Inside Your Soul,

into gentle flows,

onto the wind of Your poetic vibrations,

through words that never end……..

because they are love…..

as love “Is”……

“She Is Infinity”………

“Boundless”

& “Immense”,

like the butterfly kisses,

that drift from Your heart’s blowing,

pulsating gent-wing flutters,

to the Ancient Afrikan drum’s beats….

alive in the distance….

flowing through Yo’ Ancient King’s Soul’s veins,

drizzlin’ from each pore Your body possesses,

drippin’ onto the strings of my heart;

each drop playing a new note

to the ballads that river-run

from My Soul’s Song ever-where…

withIn You….

fluxing rivers of unique love compositions…..

now withIn the rhythm of You,

I’m in sequence of the occillations of strength & love,

flowing Your veins…

Your beat, My flow, Our rhythm are One Melodic vibration
Forces of Two Soul’s Love’s

delivering powerful harmonious cloud bursts!

showering Us in Unison

Her Magikal Euphonical Heavenly verity

One Soul

© Copyright LeTisha.Woods 11/4/12

MasterKey

as chunks of my heart have been chizzled away, I stand

no longer wondering how or why, as my tears dry,

I know that pieces have been chipped, but not stolen, I stand

having never understood all the wrongs

& knowing I’ve never been perfect, not singing that song,

after doing my best & giving my all

realizing it still never seems to catch the falls

Eye stand now, knowing Eye hold a key

& as wisdom elevates, so does the tissue protecting Eye Am

there’s access & a passageway leading to my heart

there are keys some grab, trying to possess…to own

gaining entry, leaving scars, lost hope & broken homes

Soul Lovers value gems, when found,

holding Masterkeys when obtained,

gaining power which stands all, to hold what’s been gained

there’s no longer an external entrance, in which My MasterKey holder can enter

you may have had temporary entry to leave cracks, tears and scars,

but any home taken again, entry comes from within,

having to possess a Master Soul of the Art of Her, the Art of Hearts

a skeleton key that’s only reached from within me

I’ve found here holds my power to stand

To demand a friend- Eye Am, A partner- No spam

There is no I or U in us or we, It’s only found in UnIty

If you happen to reach My Soul….there are treasures to hold

for I found them seeking within mySelf….

sifting the books of peace, compassion, life, love, strength & endurance,

on the shelves of my heart, still firmly grounded by ancient roots,

no entry fee….just a deep invisible Key, with no exterior entry

Seeking within….revelations of Self, finding not the heart of stone,

I thought had taken home, but a still delicate one… guarded

with no visible keyhole, because the entrance is within

…..holding dear….cherishing and caressing true friendships,

holding dreams, hope, life, ReBirths,

secrets no longer easily revealed,

no longer willing to be trampled, like week old road kill

if no one ever holds the Skeleton Soul Key to Me,

allowing them to take me places where words don’t exist,

knowing the Heart & Soul, possessing power to flow into all places,

channeling love unknown….

& where I “vaporize your fears, caress your worries, gent-kissing softly,

whispering your pain into obliviousness, neckling you mindless of blues,

into clues of nothingness….. interlacing Our souls

like grandma’s soft, moist, chocolate-chip batter concoction

Together- soul matter

soul and mind are all that matter

In the midst of our imperial hearts interfusion

we’ll make soul love magik

making lies truths

nonbelievers into apprehenders”

until then, My Heart ‘s held knowing life holds enough pain of its own,

to allow careless affliction upon MySelf

over & over, without a care in the world of the seeds they’ve sown….

until I feel your kiss from within My Soul,

catching My breathe, with cherish

King enough to shoulder my tears, peeling back the sky,

showing me Me

then I’ll know you’re In Here

Until you possess The, I know your key doesn’t fit My Heart

© LeTisha.Woods 10/5/12

Later On

After we turn off our lights, there is no doubt

our temperatures are high, the music is low

you’re so close to me, my pulse is in my throat

and you kiss it, catching my breathe

I feel the race in your breathing, beating rhythmically to my neck’s pulse

Our body’s steams are rising, still moist from shower foreplay

And we’re sensually aroused & tickled, by our inner-teen lover attraction

undeniably under the covers, taking my time,

as I ran my fingers tips down your neck,

down your chest to your man-line,

feeling your nature rise,

lifting the sheets & greeting me with the same smile on your face,

and with it, you caress my lips, with everlasting passion & kisses…

as desire sets sparks for flames,

as we twelve-played, cuz we knew we were ready,

we slow rolled it & stroked it with the motion…..

we savored scents, tasted loving, chocolates & creams,

fulfilling wild dreams, answering moans & screams,

finding there was more than one candy-licker in da house…

Whimpers & cries were the melodies of our souls,

love you’s & hi’s….introductions of a future to hold…

After hours, loving a Queen & loving a King…

The reality of what true lovin’ means and loving one another in it…

Later on

© 1//3/12 LeTisha.Woods

Here I Am

Salutations King, ….Your poetic Soul has lifted my wings,
I happen to be a known soul expressionist, 
typically releasing from within the depths of My Being,
no longer fearing the reprimands of those who have no understanding 
of where I’ve been, where I am, or where I stand,
Yes, it tickles my voluptuous fanny pink,
that the King has had it up to my skirt, with my flirt
So, I’m gon’ jus’ unbutton my shirt,
open the doorway to My bare soul,
for a spill & let the dice roll…
I came across Your unique style….Ohhh it’s been a while now..
diving into the pools of Your respect for Wombman, 
the free revelations of Your past, Your current, Your hope…of Your stance,
peeping out Your love of YourStory, OurStory and roots 
that have brought You to King, from the man You once were…
wondering if You will forever reap Karma for what You sowed,
as you lay seeds for ReBirthing.

I’m beckoned Spiritually, without a tug, 
embracing Your XXX’s & OOO’s, 
holding dearly to what I no longer behold,
the missing pieces that just spilled onto the pages,
as I opened this door....
as I live the life set before most…before me….
form-fitting the standards taught to be, 
those which aren’t branched from the roots, of which we come

I’m a delicate, unsealed, painted canvas of love,
digesting the words of a Master Poet’s story all over my acrylic,
only conscious visionaries can see My tears,
So, while you thought you were watching me first,
I was a sideline soul, buried in silent cries, bathing in salty tears,
listening to you speak from “My” heart,
only allowing concealed dreams to spill from my pen tips,
writing in the color of my tears,
spelling out H o w d i d I g e t h e r e ?
& why did I miss you?
until the pages ripped, tearing a new whole in my soul

totally relied on scriptures taught in my youth,
from a Word that wasn’t mine, hearing nor answering my screams,
delivering me such a brute love boomerang of pain, 
over and over again,
I did revealing one dream of hope in a poem,
I still recall your inspiration, that as long as we dream, there is hope…

I really thought you were so dope, a fly ancient Soul,
& knowing the less I said, the least sin on my head,
as the gavel of hell had beat me to dread the smiles You bring,
as you speak of UnIty, 
of lost Black Souls, Blood Diamonds & Gold from the Motherland
Your love letters of playing footsies under the moon, in love bosoms rolling down hills,
giggling ‘til we’d have to catch our breaths, and rather than catch our own, 
we’d catch each others’ in a kiss
I say hell….I’m gon flux with His flow….
How can I pass Your love letters by as if I hadn’t fell long ago?
but couldn’t let you or my girlfriends know,
that I was trapped in a web,
educating mySelf through Your continued Selfless, Self-education,
sharing of hope & faith of Our future
No One knows My heart doesn’t pump blood, but tears,
diggin’ how You do You, 
real enough to lay Your heart splattered like road-kill,
just to pick up the pieces and rebuild a King,
deserving to call me Beautifully Beloved &
I wonder if I could Call you My Enchanting Dear,
On a pillow talk night, right after we turn off Our Lights, ……

© 10/1/12 LeTisha.Woods

Do ya know what I mean? Everythang that glitter ain’t gold; a house is to have; a home is to hold.

I tell ya I don’ need glitter & all da precious gems dat gleam

Dat my heart’s desires are simpla’ than man’s physical means

Do ya know what I mean? ……

I see you….

…..lookin’ thru yo beautiful, mystifyin’, black onyx eyes,

into your garnet, Jagged Edge’s heart’s window,

blowin’ love’s songs thru  

melodic sharp painful tunes

of a deep hidden past,

mufflin’ secret melodies,

like they’re ya last

I see da love dwellin’ deep inside!!

Let me in!!!

There’s no longa da need to hide behind fear and pride

for fear of surrenderin’ yo’self again

…..holdin’ memories of a theft gon’

 of the breakin’, the enterin’ and shatterin’ of yo  precious heart

don’t go lookin’ in the same place ya starrrt--ed

where she stole like a pirate, from the places I’m tryin’ to fill

robbin’ yo riches to complete her po’ self

with the everythang that money or jewels can’t purchase-

Eye am the woman at yo side

Are ya gon take this ride

I’m yo Queen, You my King.

….you don’t seem to comprehen’ these things…

that You My Milk Chocolat’ on Valentines Ever’Day,

My Diamond heart wrapped aroun’ my finger….

I see ya, I feel yo trepidation,

But yo mind seems to carry yo heart in diverse directions.

gotta play it hard as a steel nail

I’m not gon try and break into yo shell

cuz love is free, I thought you knew

else I’d be that thief in the night,

Stealin’ yo jewels

When I tell you my emeralds grow from Mother Earth’s trees

Can ya feel me?

Do you grasp what I mean?....

ain’t a thang wrong with buyin’ gifts –

It’s like dessert

not required to fulfill, at times fulfillment exceeds the desire,

But it’s a sweet topping still

Hey babe, I’m sayin’!!! ….beans don’t buy love……

Ice cream ain’t gon replace no meals,

Rubies don’t climb life’s hills,

Sapphires don’t pay bills,

topaz, wild fresh water pearls….

….all are rare, as true love that last lifetimes

…but my neck can be bare ya see

& you and I shouldn’t have a care

& true free soul love from da depths of our beings,

dat radiates thru-out us,

suppressin’ all other thoughts and feelings

is all dat we have……

Material thangs can’t climb mountains!!!

Love will.

Hand in hand, we’ll watch sapphire rivers from topaz lands,

drinkin' ruby wine,

conversin’ on jade grass,

discussin’ houses that ain’t really homes

I’m just tryna speak of some thangs you may not wanna comprehend…

Many sparklies come dressed up as pretennnd-ers,

in fancy disguises, looking like 24k

to brighten your one day

& you may choose to find just what you seek

tryna fill da shoes of a house ya can’t keep

I’m wondrin’ if you hear my soul speakin’ when I ask….

It’s cuz what’s a question today, will soon be a fact

…..leavin’ a peaceful home, for a house of stones

Yo’ ass gon be lone

Someone else gon’ figure home and love out,

embracin' what you left for a house

Everythang that glitter ain’t gold.

Urth Eagle

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/11/12

Soul Dip

work bound
makin’ ‘nutha dayz pay
left glancin’, at dark brotha,
goin’ opposite my way
he gotta sway
dat slight dip, in his hip
‘aint nuthin’ wrong wid dat stride
got strength… ownin’ its smooth,
as he bobbin’ his head
to his own tune
I smile- keep on my way
gon’ to make my day
an’ at its end- headed out….
‘nutha brown brotha walkin’ bout
can’t help but smilin’
don’t matta’ whetha’ My Brotha rich, middle, or ya wanna call’m po’
dat Soul beats deep, like dah King he bon’ ta be
in His Own sway, His Own way
gotta stride, gotta dip dat study of pride,
an’ fo’ da stop-light turns
…..reflectin’
…..even young black boys, young men, Our Elders
dey send Dey Own Rhythmic Vibrations bone marrow deep,
Puttin, smiles in yo’ souls,
Givin’, yo’ eyes unheard beats,
Makin’ you bob yo’ heads an’ tap yo’ feet…
Dat Black Man’s Soul’s Dips’ got His Own beat.

5/29/12 © LeTisha.Bowie

Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12