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was lost on the road of Broken Heartedness,
turned onto Circle Neglected,
frustrated, I U-turned on St. Dead Expectations,
beyond discouraged by the dead ends & constant new beginnings,
….said forget it, we all grown!
either we grow as One, or the hell with it all together,
adults shouldn't have to raise adults!

Sick of all these damn Blvds!
Blvd Next Time'll Get It!
Blvd Try Again!
Blvd Not This Damn Time!
done paying these fines,
this torment should be illegal!
done doing time, for crimes I didn't commit,
it's become lethal!
my ol' calloused Soul, having given up,
She is the truly faith-Full,
always the shelter for my heart,
& while my mind did mourn day & night,
….it whispered... forget it!
why expect it?
but My Soul, carrying an infinite song,
sang don't ever forget Me....
we're off the wonder-Full road most traveled,
it is the heart's deadliest,
it is the road of short-lived love stories,
accomplished by bloody tears, fractured hearts,
& soul spills...

chose to travel the road of the less traveled,
where the physical isn't the coveted, but,the depth of Souls,
where appearances & external desires aren't solely the Sun's shine,
& where darkness is light...
as Her full Moon peers through,
revealing bottled up inner beauties,
Tear's pleasures & Anguishes inhibited...
it is the home of dreams smothered & deterred...

for those who know... discover...
embrace this beauty...
tasting the honey withIn the shadows,
Know, that we always dwell in the amorousness & luminance of the night...
of Rt. Hope & ReBirth,
where Souls peer through, for this is Her origin...
Walk with Me...
Here the aureole is so brilliant, that walking is the only sensible means to travel now.
& we will bathe in the aura of Love's true knowledge & beaut...


© LeTisha.Woods 10/26/2013

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undress my soul?

he says he cares enough to undress my soul,
that his stomach can digest whatever lies beneath these heart's peels,
says his love is unlike any I've known, a story I've heard before,
but let's not rewind,
you say it is strong enough to turn back the layers,
even those healed & sealed over, reaching the core of me,
where you can bury your heart here, for safe keeping....
...call it Home
I'll just let you know...actions are the bones,
which hold the foundation together,
despite my warnings that, “this here ain't no play thang...
see the stratum withIn Me, has been composed of a tougher skin,
with each day's lesson....learning that it doesn't bare the thinness
of the new lovers, in love, in the new beginnings”
….a protection, from love's enemies,
holding not one bit of respect, for the places of entering,
willing to open One,
strip by strip,
with the intention of body embraces,
a dip...splashing...then, make a dashing disappearance act....
unaware of the wiser's soul power,
foreseeing the lust, & I must let you know the deeper you get,
you best put your big boy drawers up,
withIn ....lives my profundity, none to be reckoned with,
if you want to play, don't put 'you' in the position to get caught
withIn my strata,
wrapped in a weaved web, which regurgitates the artificial,
my taste buds recognize authenticity sooner, rather than later,
synthetically placed emotions, have built Me a stronger core,
impostors....cause my soul to enfold, once more protecting Eye Am,
if you care enough to undress my soul...
one layer at a time.... will reach you, my depth
& if you find yourself meeting me here,
uncovered will be the agape love,
one for the never-forgetting


© 8/27/13 LeTisha.W. Bowie

soul dressed, ready to spill

Through many situations, many of life’s variations
I liberate words from deep channels, overflowing into poetic spillways
of highs, of plateaus, & at the weakest Eye still flow- strong
from where I’ve come, to my destiny, to dreams manifested, from withIn me...
or not....in the reality of living what’s been placed before me, as truth,
either way, relentlessly Eye project, from within the depths of me,
surpassing those who have tried to hinder my pinnacle,
I’m only one of many, told that our people were of the least,
yet knowing in my heart, there’s much more to the untold,
my soul bares a never-ending cry, a hope, a dream-
a piece of the puzzle, that was supposed to be deleted,
Our ancestor's capturers….yeah they did the most,
created a tangled web of the truth, a road block to our roots,
which is being torn down bit by bit, as Eye see truth peek through the myths,
we began to see the verity of our being, we will then…
and only then... understand, the so professed least ‘is’ the greatest,
are we...if it was not so, there would have been no invasion,
stolen goods, mangled bodies, twisted souls,
bloody heart hemorrhages, babies & families bargained…
if we were worth only the nothing preached,
we would’ve been left One,
free soul shedding here, as eye ponder, more than often,
how easily we erase ourselves,
at the same time angering over the erasing done in the original thefts,
embracing thieves who have never given our life value’s respect,
yet we still wear ‘their’ way,
please don’t misunderstand me,
but do understand,
I’m not encouraging hatred, but I stand for truth, for what I believe
& the distorted history & pain that's is Indwelling,
Is within my belly & sometimes I have to expel…
'The' desperately desired to be buried...
Exhaling…busting open the gateways of souls,
when I come...I'm coming bold, with my all,
so that we can rise up from this fall,
in which, some chose contentment & call it home....after all....
after all, we comfortable aren't we?
through many situations, many of life’s variations
I liberate words from deep channels, overflowing into poetic spillways
of the souls of many Eye pour, if only touching a few here & there,
internally I can't go on, without touching the forbidden truth...
without filling the depleted waterways, every day that Eye may



© 8/18/13 LeTisha.W. Bowie

prolific soul

it's unnecessary to find or uncover, this overflowing current is spilling over,
inhaling earth's aromas, I'm fertilized with infinite words,
increasing knowledge, soul herbs, a dash of pain, pure love,
some laughter, pinches of perplexity.... much pleasure
the blood of today's revelation-
as dirt's tossed to & fro, trying to cover me,
Eye inhale Her freshness, for She Is Me,
implanting my feet in what they consider debris,
shaking the sprinkles from atop shoulders & bosom,
assisting firmly grounded ancient feet.
See...these are the same of my ancestors,
who were bore for battle, sturdy roots, we still stand together.....
wombs, souls & bodies for life's unpredictable measures,
lacerations gifted, antediluvian healed still,
taking the power of shed blood, nurturing Our Mother Earth,
which they continue trying to kill
Eye don't dwell, where closed minds set me to rot

Allow your Soul's Ears to hear me,
Eye may be in 'this' location, the destination my 'body' began,
but Eye lift me higher & higher from fertile ground,
soul rooted, sprouting everyday, against storms,
stronger Eye stand
Ignorance bears strong winds against my wings,
but Eye brace (Ea)Urth & soul soar,
with nutrients from withIn, blowin seeds into worlds,
over yards, miles, lands & oceans, seeds of resilience,
because we were created to bounce back,
our minds have been hacked, gotta get that back,
back against the storms,
we dance, we jump, we sing in the rain & wind!
Knockin boulders back!
Aggghh!!! growin....standin like the Great Boabab,
listen.....my Soul's whistling
& She beats an Afrikan drumbeat 24/7,
because it was born In Me,
the invisible... Eye hear, Eye feel …..
Eye no longer suppress- If they don't get Me...
fuck the belittling, along with the rest,
hmph... I'll only give pardon for the sensitive folks,
not that Eye care, cuz Eye'm gon flow like Eye flow,
sometime frustration & anger got their own flow....
stared at & questioned for being who Eye Am,
What Eye see & how Eye feel,
…....that not only is Ancient Power being manifested,
the 'Truth' is being revealed,
Eye carry My Ancient power,
my seeds of inclination like Eye breathe,
because Eye Am Love, Eye am unity,
the ReBirthing of the truth in Souls is Me,
remembrance of the beaten, the killed, raped, the sold,
seeking to capture & love the awakening hidden,
my soul connects with my family everywhere,
without the working of my mind,
so fuck who rebuts me, get the hell behind

they're missed in this turmoil-ed world,
because of those who pretend to fight for the same,
doing the same, blinded by the game,
the politically correct quotas,
praying for deliverance from the capturer,
all in one same breathe holding to the demon for very life,
too thirsty for the lil permitted gain
to conceive they only get, as far as permitted,
climbing a borrowed man's ladder, using a skyscraper on loan,
than building Your Own stolen brother...nation...Home
Eye ain't playin! Eye meditate, internally radiating,
wearing my emotions & passion so strong,
I never knew, until a few, who have love for me told me so,
Eye smiled....Eye love.....
& serious looks are but a deep reflection of It, from withIn,
I could never explain, I carry It so strong, it's hard to erase some days,
coming from a place that never stops speaking, never stops thinking,
never stops implanting, therefore sometimes, stops sleeping.....

much of a minut portion of my soul...
my mold....it's what I give I've been told,
and yet the words in my mind still flow....
but I'll end this one here...
My Prolific Soul

© LeTisha.W. Bowie 8/18/13

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

jet flow

vocal, honest, serious…funny
with a dash of joy & pain
rolled up into a brown shade of beauty
hidden from the insane…those that choose to judge ‘us’

costumed in “correct” grammar, with a southern twang…
relaxed hair, looking the part, we’ve all unconsciously auditioned for
in a society where our true fruit would be audited for imperfections
too light, too dark, mind too slim, ass too wide….
not lookin’ like the rest &
ya’know err’body pose to be/look/act the same, to past ‘their’ test

Oh… grammar got twisted again….
….Talkin bout me or you?
Talkin bout ‘me’, knowing this life is one ‘we’ all see
Gotta play the game, to be accepted
You can choose to refuse facts, but reality won’t let you forget it

never free….It was never me
& decided to undress the suffocating wrap surrounding me
coming home, shaking my wings
the blues, crying from within…I sing
knowing the juice that flows from within my soul
wasn’t/isn’t considered acceptable
& ‘we’re’ slowly dying inside these molds

my sanity could no longer be contained
I burst clouds with thunder, lightning & rain
within this worlds insanity, cocooned as protection
but only protecting a shell, while my heart was asphyxiating
smothering my soul, living disguised in hell on earth
I let go of an appearance that didn’t embrace, nor reflect me
holding ancient manners that I had never known,
but known forever…. as the drums beat throughout me
unraveling truths revealed by standard setters

I remind’em….“Don’t let the smooth flow fool ya.”
I Am All that my roots have bled
All seeds bore, I Am that worth
no longer will I willing allow suppression of who we birth
for those who refuse to see my thirst
for individuality, uniqueness and the royalty taken
I knew that I knew…. before I actually knew
I sought for a truth that is in my roots…..
…with a fire… venter embedded

today I continue a journey of elevation
for mySelf & soul’s salvation
Could give two damn’s about who chooses to Accept me..…
Or Not…..I Am
hisStory may have suppressed, but never erased Us
I Am
of the many who live, rejected by our own
trying to reflect ourStories, revealed through soul & bones
& every revelation I see, I will implant seeds
into my deepNess, & ‘every’where I can’t & can see
I will flow Self-Worth, Determination & Worthy Pride
because, we have no reason to hide
the truth Is…
We Are more than we were taught, more than we were lead to believe
We Are the worth…. of the battles Our ancestors fought
We Are the roots of existence,

seek prior to what was revealed to us
prior to the diaspora…
OurStory didn’t began with slavery, nor will it end with it
My womb will not let suppressed truths die
as calms come, the fire within my belly ignites inside
to ram lies into their Hell, with their so called sins
tales taken from ourStory, twisted to scramble our mental
keeping us under subjection
got Our people fucked up with this constant rejection

don’t ever allow an outsider, who could give a fuck about you
to convince you that you’re sisters & brothers aren’t enough
I ain’t painting an illusion or imagery, that can’t be accepted
Nah we ain’t perfect, but no one is, despite what we’ve accepted
told it’s just a matter of perception….I don’t believe in rejecting….My own
for the sake of likes & fake ass smiles,
yea we’re on different levels, but the miles to walk are ‘Ours’ together
some have chosen to face & embrace facts
while others still hold to the acts, who aren’t where we’re at
once it was unknown to you, & still much unrevealed
unchaining brains…will only come with patience & time
from years & years of broken backs, hearts, minds…
shed blood & tears

Unwrapped & soul free
Loving Self & the GodIs in Me
One Love Family, Let’s Git It!
Ase’ O!

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 7/31/13

Soul to Soul

Higher

Higher

written for the performance "The Naked Truth" in Alexandria, La

group of collective Poets & Poetess' "Poetic Expressions

at the Alexandria Art Museum

Canopied in the warm bed of your embrace,

The tick of the ol grandfather clock 

hasn't the second to tock,

And I'm chocolate laced, 

within the taste, 

of your lucious lips upon my face,

As you trace...

my favorite plaaa-cccesss,

I'm entranced... 

by your spell-binding stance, 

Which claims a matching demand to mine,

And my inner song smiles,

to touches tender,

From kisses depth....&...lips to necks....

Soul's breathes...

hissing through clenched teeth knockin', 

To our bodies rockin', 

Temperatures reaching a higher peak,

Wonton becking....& we pull closer,

Which we can't get to, 

without your throbbing, 

entering the pearl of Her gates...

Her heart's palpating wet,

And I...

I kiss your pants with quickening desire,

Knowing you feel this fire,

As your rock ready, knocks steady, 

on my breast, standing at your attention,

My belly...thighs...eyes

Control lost

Voices soft...gasps hard...

more

As we continue to explore

Every inch

I'm melting beneath your licks,

Quivering mid soul's flames

throat moans had been held,

Now conquered by your love's spell,

As you take me higher...

I exhale cum in my love,

To the grip of trembling thighs, 

Pulling you inside... 

I...

Umm...gaa-aspP

as you bite-moan my evey location,

No longer are we at the same elevation...

Higher even...

I say cum....in

my humble abode

One...

And we create love moanin' harmonies,

Slip, slide, you dip, I drive...

Licking...squeezing...pleasing Ourselves

And you cradle me tightly,

Filling me with All your goodies...

GoodNess! 

Inhaling the silky smoothNess

Of your exhal...

                      ing my name

"Let it rain..."

And  

     We 

           pour....

Layin withIn the Love we made

Ummm Hmmm

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/21/13AKA UrthEagle Tisha

Children of the Sun's Umbrella

uplifting our souls,

worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold

I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,

mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….

I’ll always fight

I hold you withIn,  my loves…

story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,

each One, your hearts, I bear

with a fist full of A Love Story untold…

of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down

we will ever-elevate to Our true states

my sun souls…we must no longer wait

we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate

we rise to The Originals

the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth

Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children

We must stand

do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory

I share our antediluvian pains…

the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains

…continue to control your stance

into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land

sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,

in the minds are where these remnants remain,

continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,

trying to crack us once & for all,

trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall

I share our sadness

…..& Still! ….

our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,

holding an unquenchable knowing,

a fire that’s always burned…

bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….

Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!

& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…

reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,

illuminating beyond it all!!

overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials

of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’

We are Worthy!

We are The Beauty of Life,

The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,

ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,

which guides us through it All again & again…

….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands

We can stand On…

because we are The Children of the Sun

© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods

Reality

I still believe

in that, which was freely devoted,

even when, This Rose’s very own heart’s sap plummeted,

before Her feet, onto the cracked pavement,

any season, for no deserving reasons…

once more, I savaged my soul’s drippings,

picking, trying to decipher my hardened heart’s pieces,

from the cracked cement, through tear-binged eyes,

I warmed them withIn my cast-iron standing,

until, again, I was made whole

& I still believe

in the grandeur love,

in all that She bears, in all of Her worthiness,

just as the passing time releases each nauseating, achy memory,

wisdom sprouts within, replacing it with a still loving soul,

& an unsuppressed, blooming smile anew.

the knowledge of self-worth gained,

& stands, as the strength of a rooted, determined oak

I still believe…

…. ‘In Me’ …

I know within, where the moon dwells, until the sun shines

& the wings of my soul plays my own sweet melodies,

where my stars shine hope & inspiration ever…

I know that mere, singly, sweet words will no longer do,

that they just don’t spread onto my toast so smooth,

that…. simple fresh bouquets won’t whip the topping

of this caramel lovin’ anymore…

having grown & knowing external & materialistics

no longer reach these ribs alone,

much less to the heart of it…the ‘soul’ of my soul…

external lip movements are nothing, without the hearts deliverance,

& I hold tight to what I once called dreams, which are now called steps to my reality,

where crushed trust, tried to bury hope,

but, strong love always throws down a rope,

so that I may lift mySelf back up, with the wings of my warrior soul,

awakening opened minds to their own roots

& I still believe

in that, which was stolen by the catchers, who’s mitts were the wrong fit,

in that, which was openly shared and granted taken with no thoughts of it,

having grown & knowing the fact is:

someone else’s  giving, sometime, some place,

was also as mine….earnestly…deeply reflected

only too, to have suffered the heart-anguish, but never dying,

to have paid the fine, for a love thief’s crime…

this is a True Lover’s reality.

some will learn, others will flee

forever lost in ignorance & blindness, You see?

but once balance is met,  there’s no comparison to true love,

it can’t be devoured, the correct glove, form-fitting just right

I believe in a ‘Love’, that is ‘In Love’, with a ‘Love’ that is true…

…….in reality

& In reality, there’s no heart which hasn’t been broken,

but, there’s no broken heart, that true love can’t heal.

I’ve learned the power of loving me

& there’s nothing more exhilarating…nothing more rewarding,

than to hear my own voice, & the peace of reality,

flowin’ within the free wings of my own will.

© 2/24/13 LeTisha.Woods

AKA Soul Evoking Urth Eagle

Hearten Soul Love

dedicated to forever ReCreate Our Soul’s Love-making

stronger than Elmer’s glue, we’re the fastening of It

…me & you

super glue ain’t got nothing on the blending of Us two

….lost hearts, withIn this parched dessert,

quenched beneath our constant flowing…

rivers of abundant saturation,

steady satisfying our continuous thirst,

topping Ever-last & Energizer combined…

with embodied Soul Love Burst!

yeah, we doin’ it… what they call “Real Big”

the durable All Timers…One Mold

& I can’t help grasping out & French-kissing your soul

under the moon, peering into blackened midnight…

the glowing stars, I’ve placed within your eyes,

as my heart flutters to the quickened  beats, you’ve placed here

& we ride the rhythms of love

we are the volume that feels Love’s lungs,

inhaling us, too,  into pillars of essence au sexual pheromones

to ReCreating love… again & again…

inside pain’s joy & fear’s pleasure,

swimming all of Her emotions, we rule the seas,

elevating the tides,

raising the sun’s shine, setting the day’s breeze

& I patiently watch your moons set 12 o’clock night …again

& we are the howl of lovers, in the time of day gone,

when lonely hearts bleed, souls weep

& New Love’s skip clumsily, mid the street,

under ancient lamppost, dimly lit, to our moans of ecstacy…

exhilarating their own souls…their own heart’s beats…

titillating to their Beloved’s home withIn

and we do make love… to the power of Our Lover’s Souls,

pleasures at levels undefinable,

creating the original seal, over this mold…

again…

again…

in the lost land of Ourwhere we desire to be,

where no one exist but you & me…

where nothing even matters at all…

in the depth of the origin, ReCreating Soul’s Love-making  

over & over, because each time is new

as we embolden love….as we hearten soul love

again.

© 2/28/13 LeTisha.Woods

Untitled 'Deuce'

You were…once,

one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,

into the wind…

until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,

that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,

granted taking Your infinite power…

giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles

there isn’t much free in this life we live…

but You-

& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,

performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,

tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands

to the unknown wonder the universe expels…

no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,

yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…

continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,

thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!

to Your unrivaled standing

foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…

if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,

regard-Less they respect You,

second guessing Your pleasure….

watching to see if You’re really this good…

as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,

as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,

thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…

for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,

& it’s too late…

as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,

they’d left behind,

now with super-glue-mended repairs

foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home

that….that… because it is You that is everlasting

that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity

on one to decide to come back to their first

it is only a rare few who know You like I do

the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart

& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,

leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…

Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,

from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we

& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,

kissing the concrete in agony…

& still they abuse You!

until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,

by all that You surround us in, so freely…

that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,

ever sought externally, yet quenched

& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us

I will ever hold & trust You dearly,

knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.

Dear ‘Love’,

© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie

Love Stains

I’ll bet you’re my One of a kinda King
& see...I ain’t no bettin’ Queen
yeah... I birth Love
that All My Children grow up...losin’ the worth of...…Her
in these hella-Days of Our Lives
&..... I’d bet you a Chocolate caramel-twist filled embrace,
topped by a Multi-Rose petalled delight kiss,
on the juicy lips of your face....
You....
one of a kinda Lover, withIn the dreams of My Soul ….

See.... like Wombman contracted you
&..... you knew what wonder Love could do....
You One of a kinda King
to... get close enough......
see.... My Key’s of invisibility
& as I missed your soul passing me by,
living life
you passed mine by,
living life
in the midst of looking for what we are...
…..Love
“Love”
…..it had always been withIn us each
& lovin & embracing me
You reached...
&... I felt a tug inside
as your essence feels me.... with flutters, giggles & glee...
bypassing the scars and wounds
that locked my heart’s exterior room,
entering from withIn,
felt, not seen
inside.....

so I’d bet you..... for free that is,
as Love gives....
on that Chocolate necked kiss of bliss,
you delivered.....drift....Ing
in the wind’s breeze,
creat...Ing the joy in my soul...
call...Ing me into the rhythm of the dancing trees,
swaying into your soul’s embrace,
while Us two dancing rivers of hearts overflow lovin’ ….
spillin’ every bit if All, cuz we replenish Love like
like....Love
giving Love’s blood transfusions,
lover to lover, we gallop in the wind
inhaling one another’s breathes
I tickle your King Soul,
with the laughter you brought into my heart,
feather tip, softly whispering my fantasies, desires, dreams, & fears....
into your Soul’s ear,
burying it All into a burrows deepness....
the Beings of Our Love’s Safety,
where Our heart lays at rest

I tell you
I’ll bet you, like I know that love is free,
if you found entry here...with no external entry
You’re my One of A Kinda...
My Soul King
Queen say…..hear Me (Love)....humming your name in melodic tones
throughout moments....unconsciously conscious...
we be reMixing Lover’s moans, in obliviousness of any
on….
into no time…no space,
as you feel me,
withIn the warm atmospheric pressures...
my Beloved King...
I’ll suppress the pains of your past
protecting your heart with a Warrior’s Love
& all that’ll remain are the permanent stains
Stains that real lovers try to eraseeee.
Erase....
E
R
A
S
E.....ing
creating holes where Love use to live
& we lovers peer through holey hearts,
using our resentment, anger and pain as shields,
wearing masques....peering through
not to be shattered, torn, nor scorn
until….
Real as You & True as Me...
as Love just Is.....don’t see...Feel Me?
as She does ...Oh Love....what it is She does...
“Love”
steppin’ inTwo ….filling hearts…
...again
feeling.....filling…mending….caressing permanent stains
into lessons and wisdom we’ve now gained
the voids...
the scars....
the realization takes home.... inside,
occupying the heart’s house...We Rise
Creating Her home ...here
fertilizing with wonder-Seeds....
And. And....
I’d bet you, just like I’d bet the freedom that Love Is...
You’re Uniquely created....My One of a Kinda King
entering from withIn
raw. fresh. an unStained Love starts
“This time We win,”
says Love.

© 1/25/13 (Mbali) LeTisha.Woods

No Love Til... (Prologue: ATale of a Lovers War)

Ambrosia Love ~Spoken

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

Peak-a-Boo

love Is.

       Not!

love IsssSssmiles.

it Is the peek of

the boisterous womb laughter

       Inside…

a sea of vortexes withIn

it Is…

the

a-Boo!

the fear of the pain of It!

the dread of the loss of It….

…all the same

we seek

love.

“You can’t catch me!!”

insp-Eye-rer of merry-go-kiss-me-rounds of

ring-around-the-finnn-geerrr

the..

     “there!

          got it!”

the…

     “gone.”

….the “go get it!”

         “ catch it! digest it!”

love.

morning. noon. eve. midnight

hide-&-seek…..

Souls search for It.

heart-races. hope-In-faces.

chases. tear-laces.

life-long-embraces.

erases. retraces.

endingssss.beginningssss.

of what Isssss

retriev-Ing.

‘un-hidden’ chuckles.

lovin’, swirlin’ swims

then. now. forEver.

wishes, dreams, reality….liv-Ing

know-Ing

“ohhh!!!

that’s It!”

Not.

“Here!

It Is So!”

love.

“Love!!!”

sea-Ing Your Lovers face glow-Ing,

reflect-Ing Your-Own-Self,

in the very face You adore….

found.

withIn the watery eyes You look Into…

You see “Your” Love.

As You are “One”.

feel-Ing Your fingers,

when It’s….

actually Theirs…

touchIng You,

kisses without lips,

Souls osculate!

mouths of hearts merge

Into a magik light

it Is love,

drawn from Inner BeIngs,

only felt of long-loves join-Ing….

seek-Ings. find-Ings.

true love.

Soul’s vibrations.

Love.

Love Is,

withIn the places of In-visibilities,

where ….

backs bend limbless You’s,

fingernails graze bodiless Souls,

toes curl sheets,

cotton head, chest hair, & plush pillows merge Two,

chest & breast bench press weightless affections,

as thighs canopy love rain,

upon lush, cushy, bottomless found-ations

created of lovInNess

Soul’s eyes roll-In’

in dat of ol’-fashioned nesting

of nothIngNess, of externalisms that account

Love is UnIverse.

U n I.

seeking no longer…

no peek….no boo….

found Love’s peak

         here.

withIn U & I

         withIn.

the Soul’s Eye….

         Love.

~LeTisha.Woods © 12/11/12