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

Only Verity

sitting basking in the warmth of the Sun’s embrace,

as the Wind’s place kisses

upon my face,

fondling sweet feelings withIn,

of only One Soul

that’s touched the depths of this place,

to the sounds of shattered, glass hearts of the past….

one’s that use to pain a horrible clash-ing

in which, I’ve created high-toned love chim-ing

melodies….

reclin-ing, as my mind melts

into fragrances of lavender and rose oils…

fingering my thoughts,

living each Moment,

absorbing Her worth,

refilling with Her joy,

listening…. as Her Truth breezes throughout Me,

leaving the anticipation of this Winter’s breeze

with a relief,

knowing My Soul’s Fire will envelope what’s been missing…

a new Spirit Filled void…

destroyed are the spoils of yester…

for the best of Me

pleasssing should come so easil-Y

as it will…

to Souls True to Selves,

in open seasonings…

no longer reaching or seeking

Love…..true…

It Is an auto-Fill

from withIn-Me

if you are You….

“Eye Am”

that Eye Am…

Imperfectly Perfect as Me,

seeking Self improvements dailY,

seizing Today,

for tomorrow is tonight’s dreams,

that may crush or create new realities….

or hearts

withIn It…

Eye clutch to the night’s coolness,

with a burnin’ Soul,

floatin’ with Wind,

Into Her darkness & clouds…

Eye’m In-Fold-ed,

where there are no doubts, tears, fears….

no trepidation….

….Eye drift about

& return Here

again

to sunbathe in the day,

in My space,

where Eye Am All Soul,

Eye Am My Truth.

from withIn “Thee” lays,

Internal reflecting rays….

Birthing Life

Love

Friendship

Truth

from the root of That Eye Know

All of Thee

&…....ToDay

Eye sit….. basking in the warmheartedNess of Her Sun’s embrace……

© Copyright 11/8/12 LeTisha.Woods

I was Wonderin’…

Good Morning Honey… Hi…

I was wonderin’…

If you only knew that I’ve been dedicatedly, interlaced,

within the place, that should’ve sacredly held me star-struck & captive,

all of my soul’s lovin’ days

and if….if you knew,

that the…the standard vows that have me crossed over & under,

imperfectly woven together,

like some genuine leather & a bit of pleather,

threads snip-slipping at seams here & there,

held together by the care of one lover’s value of it…..

holding tight, not by the momentum of a love crafters skills,

as ours….

….was wondering if you knew the…the…that…

your best wishes greet the stains of my tears,

from the unanswered dull pain, that remains,

another fractured piece my soul holds,

where the Sun’s rain should permeate drizzlin’ kisses

trying…

weary…

I’ve tried not to…to be, but have grown….

& cold,

icicles mold, forming barriers,

sealing the cracks of my heart,

protecting the trap of another lovers game

reminiscing of a underwater divers’ heart…

lovemotions of taking a giant dip into warm, chocolate soul waves,

of the warmth of your welcoming embrace,

the place where blue-birds’ breasts clap,

butterflies in formation…

as they create cupid’s arrow and shoot through …

to the whispering fairies….

as they tell their tales,

of two strange lovers rewriting love,

watching where tears fall, in adoration

from the painful delight in the reverence of the reciprocation

of love,

as cupids butterfly arrow charges anew…

creating ancient, earthly colored patterns,

woven by the 1^st Adam,

drippin’s flow, from the introduction of new,

watery eyes, a shivering heart,

heating as we greet…welcoming arms…

body embracements….friendly thighs….

trembling souls….and a welcoming know-ing

when dreams were meant to be dreamed…

& with expectations, that they could one day be, 

of the respect, touches, & desires….

in all ways…. for always

thinking back….

as I always want to be a person of my word,

here…feeling trapped in a web of “til death do us part”

a one sided web-vow, wondering…. “Who wrote this shit?

Is it legit? or is it that some choose to just rewrite the script?”

they’ve trapped my heart…

daily awakening with an inner delight,

to search, for the light to my way…

I look up….

for the smile to each of my days…

it’s like…

“reaching up to grab sunflower seeds with a belly full of giggles”

& delighting in how you tickle me silly…..

& then I’m like really?

if it’s the art of poetry….

the melody of song….that carries me along…

that lifts my day…..

…while I live the choices that I’ve made…..

Today I smiled.

I was wonderin’ if you knew.

© 9/25/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie