Classic Love

 
Look carefully and you will see  
that scratch etched on vinyl  
wasn’t our last song,  
it was merely a brief pause,  
our penal clause  
of all that was virtuous and faulty,  
simultaneously.  
It wasn’t our capital punishment  
but the evolving of merciful-  
boundless lyrical lust,  
and the bridge and hook was our acoustic love.  
I loved playing us in my mind!  
Relaxing in the reflection of ‘what use to be’  
discovering gold buried in the courage  
of pain’s departure,  
while hearing memorable melodies.  
Stoking the fire and desire burning in me  
while you sing to me “You Send Me”……  
honest, you do.  
You are the…  
midnight twirls upon gentle sounds  
in harmonies of Zen, melodies of yen  
expanding into leads that control heart strings…..tenuous.  
But if...  
if we could just be brave  
in our attempts at capturing passion’s flames  
in our story unsung  
our pitch perfect song,  
where the notes became you, me…  
a rich vibrato extension of We,  
where falsettos were meant to flow fluidly.  
Yes…we are  
oldies but goodies,  
a timeless record playing past pain  
hit rewind in the refrain  
replay the smooth flow over memories’ beautiful skin,  
drop nostalgic verses  
when the needle spins  
so I can listen to the vintage love  
of what we use to have  
then smile, rock and sway to those feelings....  
 
of yesterday.  
 
 
Rain~  
 
Revamp 2016  
* I miss my love affair with Poetry*