Chants
There is a CD of African chants I listen
to. They are so beautiful. Are they prayers,
songs of love, lullabys? I don't know.
Oli-oli-O, one chant goes.. I can't
understand it but part of me responds
to it. Like your name, the rythm of
your speach.. a thrill ride, I am still
trembling.
Nothing is what I expected it to be.
Intoxication, sudden and sweet.. how
could I protect myself from that??
I want to be with you.. not eat, be
with you not sleep. The words gushed
forth.. we talked of EVERYTHING and
when I was distracted.. you stole my heart.
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