If you haven't watched Love Jones before... you are missing out on the whole meaning of having a love jones. Below is a clip of when Darius dedicated the poem to Nina. Damnnnnn!!!
'A blues for Nina'
"Say baby, can I be your slave? I've got to admit girl, you're the shit girl, and I'm digging you like a grave.
Now do they call you Daughter to the spinning pulsar,... Or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the distant yet rising star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh hell no... It's got to be Oshun.
Is that a smile at me put on your face, child ...wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk the talk honey, walk the walk money. High on legs that'll spite Jehovah.
Shit. Who am I? That's not important. But they call me brother to the night.
And right now... I'm the blues in your left thigh... Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I? I'll be whoever you say. But right now I'm the slight-raped hunter... Blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want to give you injections... Of sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm, make you dream archetypes, of black angels in flight... Upon wings or distorted, contorted... Metaphoric jizm.
Come on slim, fuck your man, I ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene, cause rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality. I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.
Who am I? Well, they all call me brother to the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh, trying to become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?"
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