SpeechLess Conversation

lovin ever second of how you do you,
even from the furthest, you send love's vibes...
keep ridin my high,
as I adore the sounds your silence speaks,
peeking through every crevice withIn me,
invisible love letters float about,
formatting words into love tunes...
absent of audible sounds,
reaching the unseen depths,
holding me bound, by speechless conversations,
surpassing all that infinite words try desperately to reveal,
creating what produces touch's wanton to survive,
setting fire to Her desire...
to Be...
the way we touch the sky & picnic seabeds,
making soul love, soundLessly...
communicating with embraces,
that have no need for arms,
gently ringing-around Our Soul-sies,
waltzing with the wind, in which we correlate...
silent conversations of lovers...
superceding the power words
Infinite, yet..
they never manage to explain the height of 'this'
loving ever second....ever breath...
of how you do you,
speaking into my deepest rhythms,
hidden in places where hopeLessness lied to me...
and in 'these' moments...
your lips that move me, never move
none more endearing and breathtaking,
as Our Speechless Conversations,
before you literally take my breath away.

Copyright 5/3/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie
AKA Soul Evokin UrthEagle Tisha

Oxygen

you can call Me easy like SunDay’s morning….

but, I’ll let you in on a lil something….

His Soul’s lovin’ ain’t got me easy….

It’s got Me bent, habituated, & addicted….on….

SunDay, MonDay, TuesDay, WednesDay,

ThursDay, FriDay, Sat-ur-Dayyyy Looooveee…. In’

with every DeeP word spoken,

every delicate breath He breaths,

into My tremorIng need to inhale His seeds of Life….

It Is We that shake the Universe,

sending reverberations from Love’s Matrix,

opening Our floodgate’s Soul to Soul…

insufflating as One

and you can call Him My Sunshine….

It’s He that Is The Light…The Fire withIn My Soul,

glowing through My eyes,

sending lyrical melodies of, All you have to do is say Yes,

because He gives me Butterflies

that tickle with just the soft, warm, gentleness of His breaths,

radiating from the width of my lips,

down the hums withIn my throat,

to the songs living in My Soul…..

right here…

singing….Let Me Be Your One & Only…….

…..I gasp…..His breathe

He inhales….. Mine…..

fused…..two crescent moon backs arched…

One.

…..hot honey-“Do” whispers, whimpers & chocolate bods glisten,

reaching….

In-Too,

because We give no slack,

between the hip bones….

no written agreements

Soul’s Love- Pacts

as hands & hips grip them Sunday morning’s smooth, black

& chocolate-caramel swirl body dips,

those mid-day succulent stimulating drips,

into Mid-All-night Loving…..

He Is My left, right, &  Inbetween,

My All around, down & My Above

He is Thee Created for Me

My King

My Oxygen

©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 11/7/12