How Much?

How much truth is in the dreams you sing? Into my ears... Sounds of ol school remixes, that my hips sway to still Making an ancient Lover's Soul harmonize in duet, To the melodies, of vibrations long ago, but presently felt Swooning how you'd deep laugh my tears away, Bathing me in temple kisses,  deep, hearty squeezing's missings, Be my everyday, sweet homecomings,  morning's, noon's & midnight's Lover, Honey

Whispering the caresses of a lone bod,  Delicate winging my womb with you, My baby dimple thighs smiling hellos,  As you taste My Yoni Lovin' overflow...

"Yes" is your reply, on replay, & I say...How much is truth in the life you speak? How long will it last? This pamper-Do... Would you really last the EverLove so True? ... longer than the last?  Or will my lovin' too, overflow your song atlas?

.....because, you say you see what they can't,  what they saw too late... "Do you know if you can love 'One' forever at this rate?" Because that's what She is.... Love. ...Forever

Your song... My unsung melody... In a tune that's been a soul's song unlived? Believe/Believe? 

To risk another fracture,  upon my keloids... To risk more pain to heal?

Can We fulfill Two wanton Soul's desires,  Of fires still lit, despite hits & misses? To eternally drench One's Souls  with the unselfishly given,  again?

Can We join flames, lightning dark days  & warming cold nights? Inner fires nesting, plenty good kindling, Planting blooming Love anew,  each season For no other reason,  but Love Because, there's no better reason No feeling more pleasing...

How much truth is in the dreams you hum?  into my open Soul's ears... My Soul composes the melodies of My dreams, Which live in me,  & I labor Her birth, Bearing repetitive Braxton Hicks contractions, Now skeptical to let her loosely, In a world where gifting pain comes so easily... Once taken for the slaughter,  She ran back withIn To safety....yet living strong

So.... I want to know if your songs, your hums,  If your melodies are reality? Or do I continue withIn the safety of my dreams, Awaiting the Soul Conductor, to my composition, With a love that touches the pit of my Being,  Swimming all that I Am, reaching the sea withIn Cus my Love's dream song's real,  & this One I intend to Live

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/20/13  AKA UrthEagle Tisha

No Mate or Soul Mate

work the place from withIn My Spirit,

fingering each scar with a new love note,

creating arias, that float throughout Us

& exist in unknown tongues….

Pluck My desires, with Your wing’s tip,

sending Your ancient vibrations,

as I sip Your Soul’s water,

trying not to gulp….

savoring the taste of satisfaction….

of each moment,

of the first sup of truth….

Fill My cup, til it overfloweth

of My endearment for You,

as we bathe in our affection,

immersed in midnight melodies,

reflecting of star-hearts longed seeking….

The Soul Mate’s breaths of life….

KingHusband- QueenWife

OneNess….

Blow me the kiss I can’t miss,

as I inhale Your exhalation….Your gifts

As You exhale Me, I inhale You,

and You swallow the core of My love,

which all others have missed and dismissed,

landing smack dab on the pucker of My lips,

still moistened of Your Soul’s Water,

quenching My thirst….

Wrap Me in the fold of Your sheet’s-work,

as an everlasting art….

one that conquers  & continues to grow,

entrusted & treasured with the best of Your Masterpieces,

of reciprocating love…..

…as I do Love….

from every row and space of love’s music staff,

from every stroke of the pencil,

which pours Our Souls, from withIn,

from the depths of The Sea of Lovers,

holding many unfound fractured hearts

of treasures that some seek,

yet float over, for gluttonies

of just reaping the benefits of Her treasure box,

trying to break the soul, by shattering the locks

of the scarred and lost loving Ones….

grasping and tearing, with veiled visions,

with no value of the beauty possessed….

….the prize of the found,

but seeing fortunes in cash and ass,

tearing open chest’s contents,

placing scars over keloids….

Mother Earth…..

SheGoddess of the Universe….

Allow not One to cross the path of My Soul

with any more negative intent,

conscious or non….

Else knowledge of Love’s core lies withIn,

Else they suffer Your Great Wrath,

I possess the strength and power to stand

I release It!

Creatress of Love….

Only Soul to Soul Vibrations can touch my Inner Being….

A Lover of Love,

Respecter of Souls…Of Her Being,

sending flutters from withIn

of Truth,

causing heart fluctuations without touching….

leaving space between the lines

only for the Real….

I’ll live life knowing My Soul,

with no mate,

before living it with anyone other ….

than The Soul’s Mate.

© 10/30/12 LeTisha.Woods

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