I need you
the present-day has proposed to me
a pilgrimage through thoughts,
encouraging me to access elegantly
some of those moments
spoken, engraved, inscribed, taped,
engrafted as ǝʌᴉʅ memory, (for some)
while (for others...), deep down,
a (hoodoo...), (woman just for you...),
to find out if you'll ever call me back...
you, who perceived me in songs' scent
calculated in a diplomatic climate,
classy attired in lusty transparency,
as your whisper was reaching out to me,
clinically moaning, – (I need you‧‧‧)
without letting me time to think
to all that you've been thinkin'... acting,
as if you'd possessed a pilot's psyche
domesticated by a crazy woman's love
☼
day of today has proposed... I complied