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he say “what you feel?”

…..hmmmm

…..wanna know… what I’m feeling..

& I’m on my soul high…….like “…ev.ery.thing”

….afloat the highest levels….                                                                   

& I’m feel-In …more like maybe…. “where I’m at?”

intending that he grasp this stead-fast stance of my be-In

that he understands the higher plains… that I graze

…and I proceed to happily overflow into him….

water… into words,

blowing bubbly notes into music….

I feel…

….all

& I am….             

the warmth that flows from your affection,

shining tenderness & new dreams upon your memories,

surrounding & consuming your thoughts…

as you ….as you…

reach In….as you join & blend withIn…..

…..Feel---- In

my In-Her-verse

as your speechLessNess speaks still

expressIn that you Feel me

by the firmness  withIn my…..

hand

& we move to the inner vibrations…..sensations

as our third eye’s are palpitating….

taking us…..

stroking our emotions,

riding the sea waves of our loves,

…your heartbeats temple-pulsations

dwell upon my moon,

where my pelvis ticks the tock of midnight,

between my voluptuous thighs

& our souls float with cotton softness

upon Urth wings….inHer sky…

no more North or South, as you tongue strings melodies…

that take me….

Into an unlimited time or space

…..wanna know?

Where I go?

…where you take me…?

I say….I say….I

…cum……here withIn

me

you’ll find the key

to what you’ll never locate externally

withIn the depth of my love

deepHer than visibility

…..feel me

where there is no where, no here, or there

just feel-Ings

….feel me….hear? me

withIn …. ‘hear’

there is no place, only space…

no time, so I freely unwind & be…

& ‘you’ must to see…the unseen

….cum….

‘hear’

where love is much & free to indulge

completeMe

I say if you wanna know…where you take me

what I’m feel-Ing

why I’m so deep, yet so high

….cum….fly with me and….

know love’s climactical oscillations,

which remains, once the making is done…

“do you see?” ...

what is unseen….the powerFull invisibility of love

can you feel?...

body releas-ing…

rel-eased…

pure soul

….to soul

I give love

….Am love

want all that She is

& I drown within Her no return

this is the place, where there is no reverting

only a calm, awaiting Her next wave

cum ‘hear’…withIn

‘hear’ me….

I feel full space

I feel the freedom of releas-In all…

…the freedom that love is

rockin at Her magnificient, unpredictable pace

‘hear’ ….the place of no places,

the point of no return

Cum

2/28/13 ©LeTisha.Woods

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

Storms that Birth Light

remain in High Spirits

withIn the declination of your circumstances

these too are temporary,

in the midst of  rocky storms

You’ll find Your endurance….Here

“It Is Here” that you Achieve perseverance…..

Where You reCall Your purpose for BeIn-g

“Here”….where You feel there is nothing

No reason….No answer….No One…

That you Will also find “Your Will”

Your Fill

…….You will find you have nothing & Everythng…

Freedom to seek “All” You wish… “All that You Are”

“In the midst”

In Your blood is to fight, til You overcome or til death….

Your determination Speaks Your inheritances’ wealth,

In which….

“Only” unveiled eyes can appreciate or comprehend

the wealth of its love… happiness….peace

                       its joy…friendship…..fight….Life!

Birthing Hope Invisible even to military scopes….

& You confront the battles, head on…the enemy withOut & withIn,

conquering what seemed a pitfall,

knocking down walls,

shedding light,

revealing death, reBirth, True Life

the Depth of the Pit, where you gained a Lift ….

a  “get Up”…a leap for Your soar!

to unlimitlessNess!!

to dreams….aspirations….goals….to Light

You fight! Overcoming the battle you thought was life,

burying the truth of the fruit of Your held hidden….

bearing & birthing illumination….

knowing the storms are Mighty,

as This,

but temporary still

making Inner Godly Instilled provisions,

through continuous Inner intuitiveness,

the future is steady & clearer,

knowing nothing is perfect,

wisdom gained through fight, life & Will,

preparing You for the next perfect storm,

as sure as breathe…..

one will arise again over another hill

the sun’s beam is barely seen,

as the forests’ path clears a narrow pathway

again….

& no matter how high You fly out,

always hold dear the lesson of the depth of low,

as well as the strength, the gain…. a lift to higher ground…

remembering One of life’s many dark storms…..

heavy waves will come….

Your lifeless drifts…

You drifted…..

& Your survival

the management of  the blows & heavy downpours….

Look withIn & recall

Giving Thanks Always

The All Power Love & Strength of  The Great Creator withIn  

& Your Faith & Will to stand.

This too shall pass

© 11/12/12 LeTisha.Woods

In the Nick of Time

came halfway earth, to greet the smile,

that’s been channeled through soul vibrations,

hundreds of miles,

of indigo oceans and emerald lands,

of my longing heart & seeking-mind’s span…

finally sneaking glances of Its perfection,

in the reflection of the Moon’s light above,

His chocolate silhouette’s beauty,

looking from you to the magnificent night,

& my heart flutters for Her love of each sight

as we stand, daring this suffering

such longing, with disbelief,

our toes bathing, at the curtsy of sea & the beach,

looking into the eyes of my soul’s distant, choosey lover,

where unspoken words say it all….

thinking, so glad you chose me

memories of my pens & pencils that wrote…

“never shatter my young glass heart again”

halting, knowing that my heart is no longer that thin..

but, here I stand, knowing it took a real man,

to break the barriers I command,

as emotional soul transmissions continue to flow,

which had been intentionally bound by bricks….

refusing to be bitten again,

sucked dry by the night vultures deadly carotid pricks

& shockingly,

Now

looking into “A Lover’s” eyes,

willing to oblige,

falling into all that you need,

all that you are and desire to be,

that you have given me,

without even, the strong, gentle touch you possess & I long

a speaking essence, intoxicating my space

with your needing me to believe & know,

as all pain, heartaches, fear & mistakes blow…

washing away at sea

thought my words of love would forever be expressions

of the deliverances of what should be,

thought my words & dreams…….

& for each letter I’d forever write….

that….

if there were only one of you

I’d tell your story in lessons

for the love She awaits & searches,

would greet Her sooner than we,

& would be the product of your love projected,

Yet, here I stand before my love,

with the time we have left,

to give the magnitude of my affection,

to ones respecting of Its gift.

Us.

© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 9/16/12

Beneath the Keloids

Beneath the Keloids

The artistic eyes see within….

“Thick brown beautiful thang,”

into thickness created around a heart of oak,

into a soul of keloids;

Touching one….

Carrying the pain of its

“Could haves, would haves, should haves,”

… Listening to Her…

Sing the same melodies of Her grandmother…

and embracing another keloid beneath,

Underneath it lays the pain of touches,

which should have never been-

from an uncle, who should have been, a model of men in Her life;

this scar… one overlapping itself, holds much.

and seeing more scars, beneath those keloids…

of touches and demands,

from a cousin, who should have been a playmate, cousin, a friend, but

Who were his models?

and scars….scars within….of…

boyfriends of Her Mama….bastard men, who should have known better,

And, yet, had no fathers to teach them!!

The thickness that’s beyond the skin’s visual resonates,

in eyes as such,

from within the scars built up,

like blocks, only never knocked down- still standing,

as a wars defense mechanisms, against the enemies to come.

…She sees, as the line of men to come….

…no man, with better intentions, than the one prior.

So She’s still standing,

with much,

with them.

They having no stronger mentality, than the men that surpassed the others in Her life.

Trying to break Her Spirit, yet somehow,

She still Stands.

“Thicker, brown, beautiful…

Still….

She Stands.

One Day by One Day.

With Heart, intact,

Loves, Desires, Hopes, Words within….Infinite…

because, She knows the Humanity, Power, Livelihood, Hope and All

that, She holds dear, was also taken years ago, from Our Men.

Then,

instead of ReBuilding…They were freed, into mental slavery, like mad, wild-

tearing down and they held on to what was close- Their “own”,

But, we weren’t to own-

But to share, join, love with, build with You…. Wo”men”-

Forgetting without “Womb”man- they would not exist.

Having lost and forgotten all love and honor for Her…

Seeing when looking into His eyes, My Brother

When looking into Her eyes, My Sister

I see in my dreams that are Ours

It is not always me there…..

“I know that our “Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ves,”

are intertwined with the desires of structured family …stability, 

It is for these loves… the cost is many lost dreams, which can be reality.

…that I stand

…. that I write what I see

….what my spirit speaks

from within…..”

….Both have come from me,

Wo“Man”…. Wo “Men”

I stand.

Knowing the healing beneath all of Our scars….

all of the keloids that will ever exist…..

I dream and have visions of

© Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 4/29/12

Black History for Eternity Presents more of us.......

I look at the world

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I look at the world

From awakening eyes in a black face—

And this is what I see:

This fenced-off narrow space   

Assigned to me.

I look then at the silly walls

Through dark eyes in a dark face—

And this is what I know:

That all these walls oppression builds

Will have to go!

I look at my own body   

With eyes no longer blind—

And I see that my own hands can make

The world that's in my mind.

Then let us hurry, comrades,

The road to find.