Music to my ears

06/04/11 (1:05am)

I hear the jingle jangle of your keys at the door.
Building a sensation in my bones to move.
Running to the door with my tiptoes on, like the pitter patter of children.
Mouth inhale & exhales the wind of the outside world.
Quiet storm.
Raging inside like a lion ready to roar.
On the prowl.
I am the animal, you my prey.
Listening to the shift of the lock to be undone.
I hear you breathe.
Smooth, jazzy sounds of a saxophone that your soul brings through the hinges.
I wait, I listen, I reminisce. "On the love we had"
Opening of the door brings in outside noises of today's hip hop & rap.
The ignorant joys of today's society.
I step back, disturbed, but turn to look at your body & soul of r&b, neo-soul, jazz instruments & harmonious oldies of the 60s through 80s.
Like spoken word, your feet walking towards me relay the poetry voiced over the live band of your heart.
I hear the mellow yearning tone of piano keys playing in each blink of your eyes.
A song without words that describe what each pulsating beat of your life will deliver to me.
A deep, passionate kiss.
And that.....
Is music to my ears.

-QSS.

Always Kiss Me Goodnight

4/11/11

Always kiss me goodnight,
Before the shattered glass of our dreams collapse to the floor.

Always kiss me goodnight,
Before the world decides to take advantage of the love we offer.

Kiss me....... Secure & tight.
Hold me........ Secure & tight.

Remember to always kiss me goodnight.
Before time calls us to oldened age.

Always kiss me goodnight,
Like the last blow of the heavyweight fight.
Every night.
Boxers in the Ring of Love,
We fight.

Never serious, just playmates in the sheets. We retreat.

Before sliding into space of our dreams.. The words of love always redeem.

Always kiss me goodnight.

-QSS.

Ode to the Skies (1st flight)

2/11/2011

Cosmic shaded of your clouds escape into my eyes as the bird ascends its wings.
Elevated above a force of gravity where "FREE" in the home domain.
An alleviated feeling to exhale the world below & take on the wonders of the clouds.
A wonderland of sentiment & powdered sugared precipitation.
Pillowed clouds evolve into my dreams like the last imaginary sleep of my childhood.
I am home again.
Living in the freedom of an escaped world in the sky.
You are the source extended closeR to my planet.
Popping eardrums & illuminated visions of blue hues, white lights & bumpy turbulence.
Different shapes & densities of formulated clouds inside & above the atmosphere.
Stratosphere surrendering my soul.
I want to stay here.
A bird in your skies.

-QueenSoulSista