move me...
like the winds of Africa
hailing across the open fields
buried beneath her distant horizon...
watching...
me dance her
soulful beat...
tapping my toes
and stomping my feet....
Can the music move me...
move me...
by lifting me up high
with musical melodies
hypnotizing...
controlling...
the shake of my hips
and the song from my lips...
the sway in my turn...
the dept in my dip...
Can the music move me...
move me...
by showering my cocoa skin
with keys of darkened rain...
washing away the pains
of
you and me...
he and she...
lost in a lover's dream
leaving only memories...
dances...
of endless intimacy...
"Motionless"
this music I hear...
this music inside me...
can she read what I'm thinking...
can she know what I'm feeling...
what of this music that dwells
within my every being...
momma told me to let her
be free...
let her guide me...
this music I feel
harmonizing...
within me...
Can this music move me...
move me...
by casting through me
like rays of light
radiating...
illuminating...
through the old blue's player
in the cafe...
the sultry singer on stage...
the guys on the corner singing
soprano...
or the tempo of a
poetic flow...
This music....
our music...
calling out to me
can her music move me...
bringing me back to where
she roams free...
poetically defined in
Africa's symphony...
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson
"Motionless"