Sending It On to you

My Lady Even at 15, I could not understand what I was hearing. The fact I heard what he was singing lured a cow type dragon out of me that snatched his soul out from the radio and into my mind, into my bedroom. I slowly slid and licked my way through every chord, every strum from his guitar and every note from his throat. Dear D Angelo I did not know thestage you performed from but I understood the porch you performed on. The yellow shaded Windows dripping in a sunlight that only hoods speak of. As the years went on and Voodoo came out I was old enough to experience your work.. oh... and that I did. Over and over again. But this time. Good Lord. This time. That Gawdy. That Body just went along with it.... and then... You disappeared for years. And like a ghost I'd see you here and there. And fter what seemed like many years you reappeared just dripping the shade of your former self. Reimbursing us with your International charm, that wonderful stare. But from here I have to understand why our hearts may never cross again. Gone too soon. But from here I can send it on t o you... Love, Esha