On today's edition of 'Sonnet Saturday' I choose one of my favorites...
Love Jones ~ 2007 Darius Lovehall (Larenz Tate) is a poet who is giving a reading at the Sanctuary, an upscale night club presenting jazz and poetry to a bohemian clientele. Shortly before his set, he meets Nina Mosley (Nia Long). They exchange small talk, and Darius makes his interest clear when he retitles a love poem A Blues For Nina.
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(( PRESS PLAY ))
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Say baby, can I be your slave?
I've got to admit girl, your the shit girl,
and I am 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 Yemaya? Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun
Ooh 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
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I,
It's not important
But they call me brother to the night
and right now I am the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk in your right
Who am 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 archtypes
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 than 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 all call me
brother to the night and right now I am
the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right
Is that alriii-iiight?
I've got to admit girl, your the shit girl,
and I am 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 Yemaya? Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun
Ooh 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
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I,
It's not important
But they call me brother to the night
and right now I am the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk in your right
Who am 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 archtypes
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 than 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 all call me
brother to the night and right now I am
the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right
Is that alriii-iiight?
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YES! absolute favorite kudos nic
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