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

Deep Touch

The touches remembered, yet years ago passed,

that time has replaced…

center a transparent, cold tempered glass,

I smile, reaching for the comfort of your tender warmth…

your embrace…

grasping for your shoulders, your waist…

your arms, your face…

and suddenly…

looking into my hands, at the emptiness which has been placed,

as my heart awakens to the realization of void’s presence…

She tumbles through my knees, to my feet,

to the null expression...the mask that used to hold your face...

but, this Queen’s Soul still has a demand what for what She needs,

as I look at a man I once knew,

yet in front of me no longer stands,

at a shell remaining, of “once upon a time, ” in some other land…

only memories… as life has shifted,

we drifted…

playing the part of lovers,

living the lives of business governors,

filling occasional needs that are long overflowing,

filled, but not fulfilled…

which can never replace the ‘deep touchin' my soul’ kinda lovin'

that thick, in the midst of midnight tears kinda lovin'

that unexpected pain....

....time rotating, lastin' the years through it kinda lovin'

that inevitable everyday strife of this life kinda lovin!!!

because, It Is! ….Lovin’s Deep Touch,

Her Fire's belonging, that holds Souls up!

It is the withIn light, that shines, permeating the darkness..."O Love!"

& I say withIn... that’s what’s up

as I peer into empty hands,

with empty answers filling my ears,

I am Love...

I Must be filled

if by chance you ain’t hearin’ me,

continuously, backing away from this full-course meal,

you know I always keep it real,

I’m gon’ speak it a bit brassier for ya…

so you can hear the deal...

I’m a Queen awaitin’ a One of a kinda King,

that's about that Forever Unity Seale,

......that can fill (feel) me

& ‘One’ Love that I can deep feel (fill)…

with The Deep Touch

greeting withIn the depths,

touching wounds that love heals,

One who who has a Lover's time,

to relax and unwind We,

Swallowing hell all up in Our heaven...

I'm waitin on My Number Seven.

©LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/2/13

SpeechLess Conversation

lovin ever second of how you do you,
even from the furthest, you send love's vibes...
keep ridin my high,
as I adore the sounds your silence speaks,
peeking through every crevice withIn me,
invisible love letters float about,
formatting words into love tunes...
absent of audible sounds,
reaching the unseen depths,
holding me bound, by speechless conversations,
surpassing all that infinite words try desperately to reveal,
creating what produces touch's wanton to survive,
setting fire to Her desire...
to Be...
the way we touch the sky & picnic seabeds,
making soul love, soundLessly...
communicating with embraces,
that have no need for arms,
gently ringing-around Our Soul-sies,
waltzing with the wind, in which we correlate...
silent conversations of lovers...
superceding the power words
Infinite, yet..
they never manage to explain the height of 'this'
loving ever second....ever breath...
of how you do you,
speaking into my deepest rhythms,
hidden in places where hopeLessness lied to me...
and in 'these' moments...
your lips that move me, never move
none more endearing and breathtaking,
as Our Speechless Conversations,
before you literally take my breath away.

Copyright 5/3/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie
AKA Soul Evokin UrthEagle Tisha

Happy Anniversaries

now…
turn your lights down low
make my knees wobble wit it
midst the lavender candles dimly lit
as I drop
cus I’m blitzed! ragin higher than hot
damn! 
lick it
nah babe, it ain’t time to stick it
let me fellate you 
hell! suck you all around
up & down
simultaneously feelin your shivers
while your magik touches 
cause my body quivers 
feel me moan on it, “mmmm..that’s it”
as you finger my pearls
drawing me into another world
feel me drownin your body 
into my warm sea of jewels
anxiously ready to ride the tides of your motions
& how you doin it slow
“I’m gonna give you some gooood good lovin,
Oh Eye!”
Ummm….you set fiyah to my Urth
when you know I’m so ready ‘now’ 
to cum to you
& give birth to dah real sticky …wet…
cus you & I know that’s how we do it
cum slip into heaven
rock wit me tonight
for all time sake
slippery hot
chocolate bodies
bite! Ummm
shakin, vibratin, 
we inHertwined
ridin & dyin for our lovin, 
one more time
lick it, stick it, love it 
Fuck It!!!
Neck bitin, nipple kissin, 
pelvis smacking, chest & back scratchin
damn deep dive me
now love me
cum here withIn my watas
feel what good lovin do to this Goddess
one mo’ ‘gain
happy anniversary!!

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 4/24/13
AKA UrthEagle Tisha

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

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

Untitled Too

he say “what you feel?”

…..hmmmm

…..wanna know… what I’m feeling..

& I’m on my soul high…….like “…ev.ery.thing”

….afloat the highest levels….                                                                   

& I’m feel-In …more like maybe…. “where I’m at?”

intending that he grasp this stead-fast stance of my be-In

that he understands the higher plains… that I graze

…and I proceed to happily overflow into him….

water… into words,

blowing bubbly notes into music….

I feel…

….all

& I am….             

the warmth that flows from your affection,

shining tenderness & new dreams upon your memories,

surrounding & consuming your thoughts…

as you ….as you…

reach In….as you join & blend withIn…..

…..Feel---- In

my In-Her-verse

as your speechLessNess speaks still

expressIn that you Feel me

by the firmness  withIn my…..

hand

& we move to the inner vibrations…..sensations

as our third eye’s are palpitating….

taking us…..

stroking our emotions,

riding the sea waves of our loves,

…your heartbeats temple-pulsations

dwell upon my moon,

where my pelvis ticks the tock of midnight,

between my voluptuous thighs

& our souls float with cotton softness

upon Urth wings….inHer sky…

no more North or South, as you tongue strings melodies…

that take me….

Into an unlimited time or space

…..wanna know?

Where I go?

…where you take me…?

I say….I say….I

…cum……here withIn

me

you’ll find the key

to what you’ll never locate externally

withIn the depth of my love

deepHer than visibility

…..feel me

where there is no where, no here, or there

just feel-Ings

….feel me….hear? me

withIn …. ‘hear’

there is no place, only space…

no time, so I freely unwind & be…

& ‘you’ must to see…the unseen

….cum….

‘hear’

where love is much & free to indulge

completeMe

I say if you wanna know…where you take me

what I’m feel-Ing

why I’m so deep, yet so high

….cum….fly with me and….

know love’s climactical oscillations,

which remains, once the making is done…

“do you see?” ...

what is unseen….the powerFull invisibility of love

can you feel?...

body releas-ing…

rel-eased…

pure soul

….to soul

I give love

….Am love

want all that She is

& I drown within Her no return

this is the place, where there is no reverting

only a calm, awaiting Her next wave

cum ‘hear’…withIn

‘hear’ me….

I feel full space

I feel the freedom of releas-In all…

…the freedom that love is

rockin at Her magnificient, unpredictable pace

‘hear’ ….the place of no places,

the point of no return

Cum

2/28/13 ©LeTisha.Woods