present-day proposed to me
pilgrimage through thoughts
encouraging me to access
in an elegant manner some
of those moments spoken,
engraved, inscribed, recorded,
embedded as ǝʌᴉʅ memory…
for some, for others, basically
a hoodoo… woman just for you
perceived in the scent of a song
deepened in a visual aid climate
with the clarity of the lust, while
your whispers call me back, —
tendentiously, — I need you‧‧‧
without letting me time to think
to all that you’ve been thinkin’
as if you need a pilot’s psyche
to tame a crazy woman‘s love
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Jay White, The Blues Commanders │ The Beat Daddys │ Magic Slim
