JAZZ

Last night, 

you felt like jazz.

Ur fingertips improvised complicated vamps & rifts in the key of ecstasy.

U made my heart beat in swing,

keeping Count with ur kisses like Bassie.

I tasted ur composition

on my lips.

U wrote 8 bars of a love song on my tongue

with no lyrics;

because we were speechless.

With the moon as our witness,

the stars danced to our rhythm.

And the night wind tried to mimic our emotion,

but it was encoded like;

"Ski bi di bi di do bap do

Do bam do" ...

U harmonized 

with my bass line

& my treble clef trembled in staccato

from the tempo of your percussion.

Made me wanna blow 

ur trumpet 

like Miles, 

as in Davis.

Please,

let's press last night's soulful memory in vinyl.

then, we can replay it on an old turntable;

or maybe

download it digitally 

onto an ITune 

& put it on repeat.

And we can hum our melody whenever we wanna remember JAZZ...

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A Poetic Conversation

*Silence falls heavy*
*I find my wave*
*WORDZ*

I miss the days of Miles Davis & John P. Kee,
When there was no FACEBOOK, Instagram... or mobile T.V.
TOGETHER...HAPPY...
JUST...U N ME...
YOUR EYES,
the screens I was longing to see...

Admittedly... In today's world of technology,
I've over indulged in touchscreens.
So I couldn't see
the cyberspace between us.
Let's make up
the algorithms to reconnect;
& I promise to disconnect my profile...
just to focus on your smile;
while
we sit quietly
spoken silence mixes with Miles & Stevie
weaving images of chocolate chip kisses laced with Bitches Brew...

U knew
the me I was
before
inbox messages;
So, let's recapture images
without camera phone clicks or downloading memories thru Instagram selfies...

Just u & me
investing
in real organic sensations.
Like, soft-lipped kisses on fingertips,
lingering embraces that leave Dolce & Gabbana traces on my ear lobe
or
spontaneous pecks on your collar bone...
Just to remind us...
that human touch is beautiful...

And the you that is me
And the me that is you...
is altogether
wonderfully symmetrical...

SO if I "Like" you....
will you "Poke" me back;
like we used to before the damn I Mac?

Give me face time... at a five n dime, while I buy u cheap trinkets, that'll make u smile.

We can reconnect, without internet.

Let me touch YOU, not yo screen....
come HERE,  gimme yo neck.

U see cold lemonade, on a warm front porch.....thts what I MISS.....
I would wait until you sipped, before I asked for a kiss....

Now its OMG, & LOL......GTFOOH WITH THIS!!

Don't you send me NO MORE selfies!
NOT another BLACK and WHITE pic...
What you can DO, is slide in a CD, while we vibe to a lil Slick Rick! ;-)
Hehe, ha ha, ctfu....thts what weve become.
Im only allowed so many characters.......so there.....NOW IM DONE.

Of course I "Like" you... I checked the box that said "Yes" on the sheet of loose-leaf u gave me;
along with the sandwich bag full of penny candy.

Reminding me of that ol school Mary J "Real Love"
When you would slip a touch
on the small of my back;, the back of my neck
the round of my hips...

Instead of responding back
to emails & texts.
Maybe we can connect turning pages of a book in our faces
as we share space with sunrays & rap a taste
on Kush & Kemet, modern day hip hop prophets & our favorite incense.

Communicating in our native tongue is what I miss...
Now everybody speaks in hashtags, anagrams & abbreviated sentences.

So, maybe we can use the moon to illumintate our kiss;
Poetic lips
composing 8 bar lyrics beneath the stars;

That's who we really are...
So let's get back to basics,
You & me baby are a simple equation...

  2 Lovers
+2gether
---------
  4ever.

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