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

Here I Am

Salutations King, ….Your poetic Soul has lifted my wings,
I happen to be a known soul expressionist, 
typically releasing from within the depths of My Being,
no longer fearing the reprimands of those who have no understanding 
of where I’ve been, where I am, or where I stand,
Yes, it tickles my voluptuous fanny pink,
that the King has had it up to my skirt, with my flirt
So, I’m gon’ jus’ unbutton my shirt,
open the doorway to My bare soul,
for a spill & let the dice roll…
I came across Your unique style….Ohhh it’s been a while now..
diving into the pools of Your respect for Wombman, 
the free revelations of Your past, Your current, Your hope…of Your stance,
peeping out Your love of YourStory, OurStory and roots 
that have brought You to King, from the man You once were…
wondering if You will forever reap Karma for what You sowed,
as you lay seeds for ReBirthing.

I’m beckoned Spiritually, without a tug, 
embracing Your XXX’s & OOO’s, 
holding dearly to what I no longer behold,
the missing pieces that just spilled onto the pages,
as I opened this door....
as I live the life set before most…before me….
form-fitting the standards taught to be, 
those which aren’t branched from the roots, of which we come

I’m a delicate, unsealed, painted canvas of love,
digesting the words of a Master Poet’s story all over my acrylic,
only conscious visionaries can see My tears,
So, while you thought you were watching me first,
I was a sideline soul, buried in silent cries, bathing in salty tears,
listening to you speak from “My” heart,
only allowing concealed dreams to spill from my pen tips,
writing in the color of my tears,
spelling out H o w d i d I g e t h e r e ?
& why did I miss you?
until the pages ripped, tearing a new whole in my soul

totally relied on scriptures taught in my youth,
from a Word that wasn’t mine, hearing nor answering my screams,
delivering me such a brute love boomerang of pain, 
over and over again,
I did revealing one dream of hope in a poem,
I still recall your inspiration, that as long as we dream, there is hope…

I really thought you were so dope, a fly ancient Soul,
& knowing the less I said, the least sin on my head,
as the gavel of hell had beat me to dread the smiles You bring,
as you speak of UnIty, 
of lost Black Souls, Blood Diamonds & Gold from the Motherland
Your love letters of playing footsies under the moon, in love bosoms rolling down hills,
giggling ‘til we’d have to catch our breaths, and rather than catch our own, 
we’d catch each others’ in a kiss
I say hell….I’m gon flux with His flow….
How can I pass Your love letters by as if I hadn’t fell long ago?
but couldn’t let you or my girlfriends know,
that I was trapped in a web,
educating mySelf through Your continued Selfless, Self-education,
sharing of hope & faith of Our future
No One knows My heart doesn’t pump blood, but tears,
diggin’ how You do You, 
real enough to lay Your heart splattered like road-kill,
just to pick up the pieces and rebuild a King,
deserving to call me Beautifully Beloved &
I wonder if I could Call you My Enchanting Dear,
On a pillow talk night, right after we turn off Our Lights, ……

© 10/1/12 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