I always dreamt that I would fall in love with a musician...
That he would play the sax and he would be all afro-beat-y
And my heart would beat to the rhythm of his drums,
My hips to his guttural voice,
And that when we made love, it was his music that would play as I climbed higher and higher.
That we would travel together and share this music, the music of our love, the music of us.
But it would never be enough,
Because the music would eventually take over,
Consume us,
I would break free,
He would need me,
I would let go.
And the music would be the only thing that would ever soothe his soul.
And my heart would beat to the rhythm of his drums,
My hips to his guttural voice,
And that when we made love, it was his music that would play as I climbed higher and higher.
That we would travel together and share this music, the music of our love, the music of us.
But it would never be enough,
Because the music would eventually take over,
Consume us,
I would break free,
He would need me,
I would let go.
And the music would be the only thing that would ever soothe his soul.
Little something I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
Love and freedom
Sabirah.
Simple and nice :)
ReplyDeleteI wish there was a 'like' button, like on facebook, because there's nothing of value I have to add in this comment...
I'm wondering though- why does this fantasy have a sad ending for Mr. Afro-beat? :(
when i started writing it, I just knew it would have a sad ending, not sure why...
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