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so intimate, so genuine

Love Is…

my synchronization to Its heart’s beating…

yet, too distant, to reach out & touch….

….the gentleness of Its physical embrace;

It is the wind’s invisible soft-tip brushes,

upon my cheek….

the leave’s veins,

under caramel fingertips…..

feeling where love flows through….

creating new life,

new energy,

the strength of the oak’s trunk….

grounded,

withstanding much,

Love.

safeguarding the Nature of Its existence,

with power seen, only by Her continuing stance….

Recreations.

Rebirthings.

Nurturings,

with,

strong limbs….

Her love embraces the Soul of… “It”,

drinks of His fountain,

replenishing.

the nutrients for Its survival…..

His love Is the Sun upon My face,

brightening Life’s days,

blossoming beauti-ballads, like….

“Can you Call a Rose by any Other Name…..”

into the gentle breezes,

under Her warm Sun’s rays,

as the strands of hair upon my neck…..my arms,

dance, with the swaying roses….

trees and my heart’s lyrical sounds….

I clinch….often, too tightly to each brush,

each stroke,

of the wind….

inhaling Its energy,

snuggling It withIn…Me,

…..what is felt so close-ly….

unseen.

yet, so real….

We are Love & beam…

….as the midnight candle I light,

for each dedication,

each truth sought, each reached,

& every dream wished to be seen

© 11/23/12 LeTisha.Woods

Love Spin

don’t catch me

I’ve tripped over my clumsy feet of love,

flying into the pillars of cupid’s ever-ending clouds,

swooping drunken

high on love’s stimulations…

the passion of Its power of obliviousness

& All of Him…

moon wine, under the star’s shine,

Falling from the lovin’ clouds in His Heart,

swept into the wings of His Soul,

as we kiss in a lover hold…

no direction….

no north, south, east or west

who gives a damn…

we’re in a salivating, chocolate lovin’ mess!

& I’m steamed caramel,

melted over His apple,

awaiting some nipples…

a bite…

Call me sin.

I’m in a love spin,

On the flight of my life,

soaring all heights

and dipping to the deepest of falls,

of the depths of what love is,

spiraled out of anything you can control…

don’t interrupt this fall.

let me catch that drip

corner His mouth

About to fall…

we goin down

or is it up?

It really doesn’t matter to love

© 10/29/12 LeTisha.Woods

Peculiar

It’s peculiar how time changes “some” things…

Internally we change to better OurSelves,

as life moves, we gain knowledge & wisdom,

changing for the better,

as we become conscious of  the carcasses we’ve become

& the lies surrounding us….

 “love is” …..

love should be the bridge that  carries us over

funny how She contributes & sacrifices time, visions, body…

all that She Is…

present for All needs…

family- for you- for new lives…

& Her love still remains…

& as things become clearer- Yeah, It’s funny how day in, day out

the values held deep withIn Her remain…

on hold

Her love- Is still

as She’s doing Her woman’s work, lost is a woman’s worth…

as you see time is less & my figure is more

I see where Our loves expansion is less,

Even with life’s gifts’s & joys…

all goes unnoticed, including Me

what’s visible are what you consider values…

there’s no longer the need to pretend for the sake of me,

nor the comfort of your friends-

of the livlihood of my wombspring…

They’re smarter than your credit allows…

Know happiness is a goal of theirs as well…

No longer the need to wait on my slow to fitness,

for now the time has passed…as what you see may look different,

but my souls love had never transformed…

Until, Here.

Now.

A higher level in my life, I can’t accept love bound by stipulations or ultimatums…

You will now cross into your illusional world alone…

If I can’t trust you to stand through temporary & exterior materials,

I won’t lay my heart & soul….my trust over a broken bridge

Crossing it, knowing the unpredictable life that lies ahead

& knowing you prefer to be a painted canvas for eyes to see…

Instead

of being within Me…. the place of blended Souls,

in which unconditional love lies

07/2/2012 © LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

HerStory

I hungrily ate each letter,

digested them gently, one by one,

& made words,

knowing the power that is HerStory,

the power she can’t see,

& power I can no longer let go undone

as I looked within Her full, dark eyes,

peering into a brain of resting wisdom,

I see hope through the severity of Her pain

the wanting of not even a shoulder,

but, just a listening ear,

an honest, understanding heart,

knowing the anguish held in for years

~~they don’t know!

they don’t even care!

they stare, & judge me, from rumors carried everywhere!

casting lines, hooking my spirit,

tearing my unhealed scars,

ripping my unhealed wounds,

because they don’t choose to know me~~

~~they don’t want to

never even tried,

they’ve hated me,

without knowing who I am inside,

they’ve rated me, based on some ungodly scale,

thinking this is the fate I’ve made for myself-

well they can all go to hell!~~

~~I’ve been down,

cracked out…yeah I’ve been at rock bottom’s bottom,

as they pointed & as they watch….shaking their heads…

& I don’t speak, I look..

Sometimes I’ve winked…just for the sake of it!!!~~

~~I’ve let them throw dirt & reopen old, yet barely healing wounds,

…..looking up at the moon,

I walk off to get my next hit,

covering the pain of a scarred over, infected wound….

just to make it another day~~

~~screaming inside, Wait!!!!!!!!!

You! You don’t know me!! You don’t know my fuckin’ story!!!

You… don’t knowww…wh..a.t it’s like….You know nothing!!! Hypocrites you!!

You.. you… think it’s too late, but I’ll show you. 

You!! who never cared enough to ask!!!

You!! who never gave a damn about a lil girl!!!!

You forgot me, but I’ll always remember you….

You never asked what happened to the smart lil girl….

….the educated lil sister….

that went from heaven to hell overnight!!!

You yellin’ you for the people!!!

You….walked away!!!

You….walked all over me like a piece of ass for sale…..

A lil girl!!! Trying to survive, all confused in this world…

of cruel adults….

Ohhh….How could you??? And then judge me!!!?

You never asked!!!

And then later….as I fell….still…you never asked….

……is there anything that you need?~~

But, she didn’t scream it,

the awakening women,

broken child,

she cried, within the safety of her high….

~~nor would I get on my knees, beg or plead!

to tell them My story…of my rape,

….to those who had no clue,

but gifted me hatred & judgment for years,

no I wouldn’t tell them of my stolen childhood,

….those who knew & swept it under the rug,

as if they could tell me how to deal with it,

as if they knew when enough time had passed,

like I could swat it away like a bug on my ass,

& as if they knew, when the nightmares would go away,

THEY HAVEN’T! I remember it, just like it was yesterday!

Oh NO! Not my blood, who walked over me,

Talked over me, & about me,

forgetting Sistah was never dumb,

….Just broken~~

~~& I’m smart enough that I must give thanks!

I still have the consciousness to say I want to overcome!

But, as I rise up,

I’ll never forget the theft of my lost blood,

the deception of my bloodline,

nor the blood that left me homeless,

But I’ll remember the Ones who help me now,

giving encouragement,

to stand,

to give to My loves~~

~~I’ll never forget the religious families, the righteous families,

my preacher uncle, the combination…

who raped the lil girl I was,

& tried to steal My Soul~~

She told.

© 9/8/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie