Love Undefined

Musical Comparison

I like you like good music –

like old school/soul and jazz music.

As crazy as that sounds, there is

something special about you,

for you are an instrumental,

so unpredictable, yet so full of depth,

pulling my senses towards your masterpiece.

Your vocals do add flavor, depending

on our particular mood.

Let us put on clothes that

only grown folks wear, including

those shoes that click-clack

across the floor, making eyes wander

and inquire more, searching for an origin.

Lady take my hand as we move across

clouds and dare not to fall back down to earth.

I dig you like that,

for you have quality and style that

remains unmatched, and shall never become

unattached or dissembled from your nature.

So gracious are those steps that are made,

not necessarily in the definition of

swagger, but rather, in the description of charm.

Your tune exhilarates rhythm through

drums, allowing ears to capture staccatos,

vibratos and other terms of woodwinds and brass.

Let our fingers play bass down the spine

of each other, as we touch cheek-to-cheek,

creating a pause in time.

So maybe the next time you see me close my

eyes and absorb melodies - not only being

played, but gracefully and mentally displayed -

and proceed to ask me to what I am listening,

know that beneath the surface of love and

music, that I am actually listening to you.