Monday, January 30, 2012
i love love
A Blues for
Nina
Say, baby... can I be Your slave?
I've got
to admit girl you're the shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave.
Now, do
they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000
moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star
Is your
name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun.
Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face,
child... wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money
Shit. Who am I? It's not important.
But me they call me brother to the night. And
right now...
I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to
become the funk in your right.
Who am I? I'll be whoever you say?
But right now I'm the sight-raped hunter...
blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections... of
sublime erections... and get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream
archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted,
contorted... metaphoric jizm.
Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain't worried
about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather the deal with
the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance and romance your
sweet ass in a wet dream.
Who am I?
Well, they call me Brother to the night. And
right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your
right. Is that all right?
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