She moves rhythmically
Eyes closed, passion exudes from her
Moving in slow motion, her hips sway this and that way
Like a river curves around the bend
Her arms are pinned up, elbows slightly locked out
Fingers spread, pointing to the sky, ticking the clouds
Legs slightly spread and her left foot tapping
When the notes and measures align,
She grabs the microphone with both hands overlapped
Gently, slowly, she opens her eyes and mouth simultaneously
Her head leans slightly back as she draws the mic even closer
Hauntingly, her words stare directly into the audience\'s minds
A mystic like sound emits, pours out and infuses into everything
The walls, the scarfs, the jeans and necklaces all turn their heads
The words!
Oh! The words
They flowed loud and clear and raised hairs
Pebbled skin involuntarily pops out with the words,
“I’m a black magic woman”
They bounced around, echoed, filling the cracks and crevices
Lights dim and then disappears, the room goes black
Audio shadows dance around, bouncing everywhere
Pupils dilate, Faces and heads cant up,
Grounding themselves to her
Tethered by the spell she’s casting
Her lungs, voice, mouth, threading a needle with sound
As she stitches words into us all
Moves in and out of ears and brains
The echo persists, the crowd smiles silently
The words have a way that flows from her
Like the river that nourishes
They paint pictures
Again, with a lower pitch, the second verse reaches out
“I’m a black magic woooman!”
Emitted again and filled a black hole
Stopped its gravity
From the drum seat, I imagined all of this
I could see the back of her head that swayed first,
Then her shoulders, hips, knees
My arms and legs were keeping the beat automatically
But my mind, heart, all of me
Was even more in a trance
I knew then, that her spell
Was cast on me