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

I bet you remember

I bet you remember when…

When I said “It was only in a dream”..…

& &…. I remember you gave me hope in them…

like that last one…..

you were there….remember?

when I fell into the way you frosted my flakes of eagerness,

with just enough sugar to tease me…

to lead me…

to your never too old-fashioned honey smacks

remember how you caught my fall

& melted in my mouth, not in my hands?

but that did cum later…remember?

turning breakfast into that mushy love,

soft smacks & chocolate shakes?

as the morning had passed us by quickly, as we laid…

& missed lunch,

in gluttony  of our very own homemade desserts,

our bodily instrumental music filled our space,

taking our breaths away, embracing us, within ourselves,

sangin’, bangin’, & clangin’ …..flowin’ in slow motions

Damn! let me lick you up & down…

Honeeyyy….I need a lil sugar in my bowl

& as you quenched my thirst, it drenched my soul,

dripping down through my womb,

Creating life as we merged

My Captain, no you didn’t crunch, but nibbled,

sending shivers down my spine,

throughout my liver…

drippages…..drip….dropping,

through my soon to be full moon,

right down my weak thighs,

as you devilishly looked to me, from there

& the Queen that Eye Am,

Eye will always rise & ride the storm

Then looking down…

& dead into your dreamy eyes, to let you know,

I’m gon ride wit you, die wit you

I just bet you remember the waves we made,

as they had the highest peaks, with no end…

realizing you have a warrior….a friend in your lover…

but couldn’t think just right….

not just then…

as I rode your body, emotions, & your mind,

taking you to endless times…..

drenching your soul & your man,

…No worries….no fears….  “She’ll always be here” …

…couldn’t think- everything was fuzzy

& “I know it ain’t the cognac!” but it’s more than lovely….

still tasting the sweetness on your lips,

from the chocolate dove you had kissed,

yet, no longer recalling when,

as I rose to the urgency in your lift,

with a grind & a dip….

& you looked up at a Goddess Soldier…saying…

“I thought I told you…I got you”, with more raging kiss-es

that was a lil different conversating there,

our bodies were relating,

feeling you at your max…

You said, “No longer, I can’t”

I said, “Yes”

I sexy smiled, holding you into suppertime,

& we were still high on sugar loops

“My Captain take your ship”

while I whispered juicy fruits in your mind & on your lips….

“All chocolate may be sweet, but it ain’t all real”

& I put a dip in my hip, biting down on your lip,

then we began to slip….

remembering how we both deep-looked…..

eye kissing for moments uncounted….

….four glazed, dazed, love & soul-fire, filled eyes,

flowing intense, immense, spirit-spoken revelations…

at the pinnacle of us,

flowing poetic love music,

from all eyes to all thighs,

dip-dropping onto the bed-s of our toenails,

as songs still rang in our ears….

making melodies to the last rattle of the bed rails….

Choosey Lover….. Distant Lover….. Gonna make this a night to rememmmberrrr……

Spend the Night….. Between the Sheets….. Turn Out the Lights……

until it intertwined with our Soul’s songs…

remember?

how we just laid ….doin’ remixes  of love songs and our soul’s beats?

I bet you remember……

© 9/28/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

Life’s Lemons, Salt & a Sweet Soul of Fire

today.
I breathe
sporadic, axiomatic breaths,
unaware of what tomorrow holds, much less the future,
as I try harder each day,
the foot on my back remains,
even heavier,
My still steel spine holds,
with the salty sweat beads of determination rolling down its center.
& My stride keeps swaying,
sashaying, with the knowing & the burning from deepness unseen,
head high, chest out…. I sway,
without thoughts of where or how the next…
backbreaking step will land…
grounded or stomped on my fight…
taking me,
as all the previous ones have…
to a halt, leading nowhere,
mind going forward, body held frozen
Is the real?

but My Soul has an ancient force,
She won’t stay down,
Burning like fire!
again I will dissolve this barrier & rise,
Strength, to bear yet another footmark,
within a seemingly unmoving life,
a determined brain steering-will-power,
from places I can only feel…

& I Wombman have the nerve & the nerves,
I do…
to smile…
recognizing the beauty & the joy of the sounds of My own laughter!
….occasionally
quietly remaining,
often, shocking Self… with how?- wonder
“Why…. I can bring me here more often, right?”
……& I know that this place in which Eye exist
…that life – !
day by day, chokes my ease
slowly…
with no matters of the amounts of back-breaking sweat & work,
if there’s no remainders at the end of the days =
it does equal up to sweat & knowing, with lemons & saltiness

stealing the slightest rays of My desire to be…
leaving taste buds bitter of bile,
smothering My gifts, My smiles, My drive…
for a while…
extinguishing happiness,
causing repetitive water-filled eyes…
face doesn’t wear it- heart holds it,
resonating in monotonic tones & recorded smiles,
but, burning within, in words & songs..
floating about freely, like butterflies & fireflies,
eating & portioning spoken & lyrical stories,
as I live, receive & give, stand & breathe
I will-
take this bitter life,
that will never overpower the sweetness of the Fire in My Soul

“&”

if one day this ol’place finds me diverting Soul Love…
vibrations fluxing around & above,
from the sidewalks, the by-walks, the paved walkways,
or the windows of shacks to the people I meet,
internally shining through every crevice & over creeks…
I will!
“My” voice, I will always own.
This is no bill or dollar that shall be indebted or cashed in on.
It is here where My Sweet Soul’s Fire will always flow…in words, in art, in lyrics- my songs.

© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 8/6/12

Beast love for My Sistahs

“But he really loves me”

Mmm hmm…you don’t say

“he does a lot for us”

he just may

“I’m just tryin to save my faml’y”

and at what price do you pay?

“he is tryin’”

by leavin you alone every otha day?

Imma tell you what price!

Your body!

in more ways than in and out your yoni

with the milk you’re breastfeedin your babies these morals honey!

By washing their heads of common sense you should borrow

from them…

 you should gain it, so you all have a tomorrow

demand freedom, not another form of  a woman’s mental slavery

thinkin Self has to be submitted, for love to be gained

if that’s the target- hell don’t even aim

 tryin to care for yo self and kids on a po’ mans pay

allowin’ him  in and out of you, leaving who knows what in your bay

droppin in for a day, a lay, spittin’ I love you’s  and he out again

on his way

“I’ve been treated worse” you say?

Who gives a damn ?!! that means you’ll accept house play

You wanna foreva carry your broken heart’s past on a crutch

 Just because he playin the game a lil betta- I’m getting a head rush!!

Cuz he “say” he give a damn, instead of shut the hell up

And cuz every now and  then he come by,

holla at the kids and give you a feel up

Sistah getcho guts up!

You’re afraid of losing him and he’s the best you’ve eva had

don’t mean he’s the best- don’t even qualify for the test,

much less the position

It’s because you don’t know your worth and it makes my soul sad

Hell I’m  mad!!!

watchin you sitting, waiting on the petty dropplin’s of your tolerance

of the imitation of  love

hell you livin the imitation of life

hoping your boy will soon grow into  manhood

seein he aint a supporter, lover, dad, father nor friend-

he ain’t a man

can’t believe you pretennnnd-ing

to fall for his lean-trying to conceal as a stand

I’m lookin atcha bound to a quad -tied rope,

like a fiend, waiting on her next hit of dope,

even if it’s on borrowed time, and may devour your soul

jus cuz the last piece of shit was no betta than the 1st

you acceptin this cuz he roun mo often,

lilke you don’ gained surplus

stealin the rest of your joy, your power, your being

you don’t need an individual to make You!

start diving into the love of Your Inner Self!!

…the truth that You know, within the depth of Your Soul

if they ain’t for your best

You’re worth more than settlin for less

cuz you can’t expect you ain’t gon be his toy

and a boy ain’t gon’ play games with your mind-

you uphold it this way

its like a child taught no standards ….one without any rules

they do as they please…..jus as they choose

your words don’t mean a thing

 they’ve learned to play your emotions,

 like a pro on a crap table

give hugs, kisses to drown your bitchin’

flowers and candy to cover their screw ups

and you trying to think of how to butter up their burnt toast

and there you go

“It’s Ok, I know I need to better, it will get better” “We’ll be OK”

I guess you left the toast in too long,

when you were wonderin why he didn’t come home

&

Two days lata you drownin in tears

He doing shit his way, like he has for years

Same ol’ replay scratchin’ your heart

My Sistah are you ready for a raw start

Off with his ass

Find YourSelf

and a “Man” will find you

Jus cuz you been caught up with boys

and this one’s a bit better than the last

don’t give you an excuse to continue to be nobody’s ass.

It’s just a character you playin’

tryin’ to fill two roles

Ain’t a thing sweeter than the love of a Man,

who is too old to be figurin  Manhood out

waiting to seal the scratches of your heart,

from fools past

cuz He’s buried those routes

Know YourSelf

Step up into Your Inner Queendom,

you deserve more than he will ever know.

Urth Eagle

© LeTisha.Bowie 7/13/12