poetic canvas in motion

been admiring your word play for a while,
from a distance, rightful reservations,
yet, the mere pleasure & enjoyment
of an inner magnetism,
poetically pulling at my roots,
emotional pencil-strokes,
painted sexual persuasions,
vamped up descriptive tongue flow,
each morsel, all the more tastier
but, ain’t nothing more delicious
than indulging in the will of your words,
as actions move into word's way
& I must say you’re quite a display,
Eh...
beautifully chocolate-dripped canvas peace,
up in my soul's mind,
crossin' my visual palpitations,
elevating throughout my nature,
rock-a-bye babying my mesmerisations

beguiled with your way,
your sway... silent word's rays,
strongly...gently uprooting my vibrations,
making A heart give way,
with execution, from pages, from lips,
sip by sip....captivating this body,
every belly butterfly-winged-tip
& soul conversations...
“the way” poetry & action concoct...
touchings to my satisfaction,
setting fire to flames
needing to catch my breath,
but, you quickly catch it for me,
in tenacious, cryptic kisses,
upgrading the heat & free flowing furnace
ablaze lower quadrants

knowing this physical affection,
which was birthed withIn the Unseen
will melt us....
into puddles of sweet cocoa & sienna swirls of love
I pressed
pressed
my need into your plead,
freely permitted
permitted
my love to run Her currents.... slowly painting
a permanent seduction
tree root deep
into the breathing treatment you're giving me
swiftly sifted away into your gentle, manly
into your desired persuasions, withIn my own
feather kissing the tip
of your high,
& you gripped
my imagination,
with your sexy vibratory aura...
sending ineffable sensations,
tongue-twirling,
caressing,
causing mental arrest,
lovin' on your firm flexes,
in sync
we ride,
sack deep in your sway,
words incomprehensible at this degree,
our motions are poetical slow saltations
E-Motions fill it up
& I'm lovin' 'your way',
your heart’s lips,

lost withIn my home, in you
all control lost, in this universal slip,
licking my lips,
in the pleasures of your length & measure,
as you cum-prehend 'my' love potion,
no place, time nor words can describe,
this insatiable, slippery, hot mouth ride in motion,
this soul explosion of bodies knock-rocking
no worries & sensible sounds are bound,
I'm filling you & you're filling me,
for 'actions' are the motivation of heart & soul lovIn

poetic love fluxing, soul to soul,
nothing to hide, no need for facades,
homes is the place, that lives withIn the hearts
of souls
releasing all aches, pain, weariness, tiresomeness,
into the Real...
lovIn...
here.
where I found actions, to words
where my love runs tree root deep,
in search of a 'feel me'
that 'fills me'
& when you “feel” me,
I ‘fill” too, completely.


© 8/2/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

"Urth & Earth Poetusic Group" on Facebook

~this is a group of Artisians & Art Lovers of All dimensions....art, poetry song, music, etc to share and/or enjoy the love or art. Peace, Love & Light ~Urth Eagle Tisha

https://www.facebook.com/groups/urthearthstudio/?fref=ts

This Love

bare-footed & slowly,

tip-toeing….

through the wavering heart plashets…

underneath me…

only looking into the Soul that’s surrounding

Its rain drips down…

drop…pouring…

from a battered weariness,

cascading upon my own achy feet,

which wear the pain of my dreary mess,

catching each of his drips,

withIn my Soul…They take rest,

filling appetites,

for I hunger a Soul shower,

replacing lost moments,

with just This time,

to devour his love,

to step into

& plug….

mySelf.

within the breach of his heart,

as, I too, have fractures…

that rain down into art,

spilling abstract images & words,

with no more end…..no

start.----ed with passion, love,

trust & dreams….

yet, here am I,

knee-deep….

in two lover’s tear-jerkers,

sleepless, mid-nightmare screams….

“indulge me….

in an ocean’s refuged hearts dive,

before it all dries,

cracking ….

into more heart faults,

causing hearts that drip tears & blood…

taken…..cracked hearts clutters…..”

I mutter….

floating about,

withIn what love puddles…

caressing the waves of his Soul’s shutters,

overflowing into my river,

into

what This love’ll do

© 11/25/12 LeTisha.Woods

The New Handmade Collective

Just decided to take a small break between my writing to introduce an exceptional group of handmade Artisians!!!  (Below I have listed the information about The New Handmade Collective Group which can be found on FB, Etsy, & Tumblr....Check Us Out!!!

https://www.facebook.com/TheNewHandmadeCollective/info

http://thehandmadecollective.tumblr.com

We are are a group of artisans dedicated to sustainable living as Handmade Artists. Check our photo albums to see our items.

Mission

The Handmade Collective is a group of artisans that have come together to support our efforts to promote and sell our creations.

Description

For Customers
How does the Handmade Collective Fan Page work?
The Handmade Collective Facebook Fan Page is a collection of artisan goods and services. You can view everything from samples of the artist's work to goods for sale on the Handmade Collective Fan Page. Links are provided directly to their website for purchase, or they may be inboxed for more information.
In the Photos section of the 

Fan Page are folders where customers can shop by category. Each artisan also has a folder for their business where only their items are to be found.
All matters related to purchasing, shipping and customer service are provided by the individual artist. You are not able to make direct purchases from the Handmade Collective Fan Page.
For Artists
How can I join Handmade Collective?
The Handmade Collective is open to all artists. All that you need to join is a website, blog or e-commerce site (such as Etsy.com or Big Cartel) so that we can link to the sales page of your creations.
We also ask that you take a simple pledge to provide high quality hand-crafted works of art to customers in a timely and satisfactory fashion.
If you wish to join the Handmade Collective, join us at:https://www.facebook.com/groups/handmadecollective/

Disclaimer
What if I have a customer service issue?
The Handmade Collective is a collection of the works of participating artisans. We do not screen artisans nor do we currently have an application process. All purchases made from the artists will be done via their own website or 3rd party vendor, neither which are associated with this fan page. Please take the necessary precautions when providing your personal information online to any vendor. Please consult your artist about their return, exchange and shipping policies PRIOR to your purchase. We are unable to handle any customer services issues related to a specific vendor.

Disclaimer: Every effort has been made to compile complete and accurate information. Even though extraordinary efforts were made to ensure its accuracy, neither the website administrators, nor its members, will be responsible for errors or omissions. The information contained herein should not be construed as an endorsement of any artist, company, or individual, nor reflect in any way upon the products and/or services provided by an organization or individual.

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

www.urtheagle1.etsy.com

"Art Heals Us" Urth Eagle Tisha interview PT II with Camara Rajabari

"Art Heals Us" Urth Eagle Tisha interview PT II with Camara Rajabari www.ArtHealsUs.com

Art Heals Us! Part 2 Interview: UrthEagle Tisha Bowie from Camara Meri Rajabari on Vimeo.

"Art Heals Us" Urth Eagle Tisha interview PT I with Camara Rajabari

"Art Heals Us" Urth Eagle Tisha interview PT I with Camara Rajabari www.ArtHealsUs.com

Art Heals Us! Interview with Artist/Poet UrthEagle Tisha Bowie from Camara Meri Rajabari on Vimeo.