Urgently, I rush to the small cafe down the road, I waited for your show for about a week, now your finally here. I pay my entrance fee and grab a front row seat. It’s starting, Curtains open. The light dim and every ones quite. On the edge.
You step up to the microphone. I hear music slowing began to play, I feel a breeze as you began to speak.
Your voice’s, mentally kissing my neck, As word play began to transform the crowd. Transforms me. I imagine the stage, like a field of flowers, A bed in it’s center. Verse after Verse, You speak of, Your ****** Epistemology. But I want you to be my very own lyricist
Be my proprietor and fully take ownership over me. Every word, every phrase & verse, I hang on,listening. Clinging to your Rhythmic Melodie. Strum me Metaphorically,Embrace my mind. Love me poetically. "Undress my soul".
I almost expired when these words were said, as you experimentally held out your hand & repeated the words. like a chant, like your beckoning for me to come to you. I feel I’m in a monopolistic competition. Fighting the crown for your attention.
For your affection. Continually You speak, Word’s played over& over .