Both I Adore

Both I adore
Not understanding my capacity to share that which beats within
For two, one receiving no less of me…than the other

My first love woos me with rhyme and percussion
Speaking to me through bars of 16, with each counting
1…2…3…4
My pulse and her bass heavy sounds in sync
In tune with streets, she keeps her ear pressed to pavement
Sometimes leaving me with conscious message, feeding my thoughts
Other times she livens party and crowd
Throwing hands up, waving from side to side
Listening for and preparing to play my next request
Blending one ending into nu beginning
Piecing together my favorite words, sounds, and rhymes
Oh, how she loves to find my spots, scratching one, then the other
And back again, repeating scratches in rhythm, over and over
I need her sound, her beat, her words
Loving her unconditionally

My second love calls me often and I respond
She counters my melody, I return, she counters once more
Surprising, often unexpected, with improvisational movement
Unusual freedom in her style, elated I am, as waves of sound
Enter ear…and kiss…my thoughts
Causing my body quiver and tingle as unnatural high envelops my all
Engaging my sensation accented by rhythm…and pace…and syncopation
Her songs with saccharine syrupy words or without,
Voicing sounds as melodic apparatus with unwritten vocabulary
doo-bi-doo-ba-doo-bwee-oo….doo-bi-doo-ba-doo-bwee-ay
I crave her solos, her emotion conveyed through modulation and variation
Weaving in and out, out and in, with own interpretation, her own spin
She is mellow and soft and soothing and peace
She is THUNDEROUS and LOUD and LIVELY and AMPLIFIED!
In the same piece or living independently
Her persona, all facets, all sides, intrigue me
Loving her unconditionally

I cannot live, nor can I survive, without two in my life
Has the balance become problematic?
If the two are in the same vicinity, all I hear is noise…need…remedy
Many attempts to blend the two, water down unique qualities
Constantly tryin’ to compartmentalize, as if I can section off pieces my heart
Should I choose? Decisions. Decisions.
Maybe some days I give my all to one,
On other days my love to the other
Perhaps splitting days, Ahh!!! Quandary causes ambiguity
Mind….Rest…Let it flow…Epiphany!!!
Let mood determine whom I choose to follow
The other will wait…patiently, preparing for future moments I will share with she
I feel affection for two and for polyamory, I am not ashamed
Both I adore and love
Unconditionally…

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April 22, 2009 | Categories: Hip Hop, Jazz, Love, Music | 12 Comments »