Black Poetry : Musical Interlude- Repost for Joyce

[Bishop]

You know I aim to please.....



As I stroke the black & white keys
my hand stops on middle c
for in the middle
is where I like to be
when I play my sweet melody
take a half step up
feel the Bishop's Touch
as he strokes the 88 keys
with a maestro's ease
triads and chords
you're the instrument that I adore
when I start to play this song
makes you hum all night long
so relax yourself & relax your mind
as the Bishop begins to play in time
this night my song is dedicated to you
passion is the subject of my musical interlude.

 

[Joyce]

Yessss! This Is It!!!

Thank You Bishop,

I've always admired your talent and gift in expressing romantic intimacy. You write in such a beautiful poetic essence...without being vulgar. It was so good to read this beautiful poem again. My husband wishes he could write like this, but at least he plays the chords very well...*smiles*


A Black Sista's Thang!