Making love inside my blood-stream is she...
Moody baby music lady
To command me and obey me
To defend me and betray me
And return me to a daydream.
High notes, scales, triads diminished
Til the compositions finish
From Bach to Tupac; Timbuktu
Classical or hip-hop blues.
Her grooves: Scoops of endangered fruits
Love and Ice-cream scented juice
Philharmonic Gothic tunes
Universal cosmic groups.
Play me something semi-sweet
May the Angels press repeat
May ye rest upon the seventh,
To play music up in heaven.
P.X
12.18.2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! very nice friend.