Stoneman
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6/25/2012 11:45:38 AM
My First Love
Occasionally I write something that I feel worthy to be shared......
I remember the first time that she touched me. She was the first one to ever catch my ear. She was so sleek, so smooth and so elegant. She was strong and so full of life. My heart sang her song and she came to me. Face to face, melodic bosom to chest, we formed a union so deep and so clear. I was just a child but I knew I was in love. I knew that we would never ever part. Not even after the days turned to years and my gaze was no longer clear. I knew I would always feel her. She was my everything. Even though I knew that I was not her only love. I was not jealous! I don't mind sharing something so wonderful and so passionately complete. She has always been so much more than me. She has always been more important than my own needs and desires. She has had many lovers and they all were just as intensely devoted to her as I have been.
I remember the first time that my lips touched her. As my fingers moved in a rhythmic state and my breath came out with force, she wailed and screamed and soared throughout the room. I smiled that knowing smile of accomplishment and delight. I said to my self: this is it! This is the one that I will love for ever. We will travel all over together and people will rejoice with us as we share our love to the world. We will trumpet our message and many will stop whatever they are doing and listen. I took her everywhere with me. She became my escape from a horrible childhood and my confidant when there was no one else to talk to. I took note of her response to my fingers and lips. I tried to read her notes to me but I had not been trained in that language. So, I just played it by ear.
On our first official date, I was stunned to see her shine and glisten in the light. As I touched her, the sound of our love went forth and touched others. They were like voyeurs of unbridled lust. I was just a child and she was a very young horn. In those days I was very horny. We blew everyone’s mind though. Miss Brassy is what I called her. She was so fine! Fine like Jazz and R&B and we Rocked and Rolled on a bed of dreams. Later she grew up and got even finer. She became so sultry and demure and evolved into a new creature that I lusted for. A saxy slut of sound and passion. I had lots of Sax and it was sooooo good!. It was like I had two loves in one. The strength of our love trumpeting out and the sexiness of my constant desire for Sax. Ummmmmm, I trembled with desire when I held her in my hands.
But then, tragedy struck and I became ill. I was so sick that I almost died. A demon called Pneumonia attacked me and one side of my lungs collapsed. As I lay in a hospital bed feeling the life draining from my body I called for her but she did not come to me. A somber looking doctor came and told me that if I survived Pneumonia I would never be able to put my lips to her again. I would never be able to make her squeal through the night. I cried a very sad cry but I mustered up enough strength to beat my arch Nemesis and regain the ability to walk out of that hospital alive. Since then I have beaten that demon 14 times. He keeps coming back but I am a fighter. I’m not sure why Pneumonia keeps trying to kill me. He took away my first thrills of love. I was so sad that my first love was gone from me. I felt impotent and useless.
But then one day I saw her out of the corner of my eye and realized that there was so much more to her than what I had known. So I went to her and began to explore her new image and inner beauty. I found her interracial body sitting in a corner at school looking back at me. I could not resist so I rushed to her side and she let my fingers glide across her face touching her Blackness and her Whiteness. Oh my God! I found myself lifted to the point of sonic ecstasy. I was entranced, in-heat and profoundly affected. I pounded her body until my sweat ran down like waterfalls and formed a pool of chordal bliss. She taught me her secrets while our hearts beat in syncopated time. She was perfect! Perfect in 88 ways. So we sojourned and caressed each other. With each touch a new sound of passionate love came forth. My first love and I were back together. Once again we were one with all that is right within me. I learned that she had the capacity to be dark or dreamy. Dry or steamy. Full or empty, calm or breezy. She was spiritual and so close to heaven that even God himself often bent his ear down to hear her song. Her name had changed to Piano but I knew she was still the same girl I had grown up with. The same girl that use to dance with me in my darkened room. In time she synthesized herself and became even more than just the keys to my happiness.
Together we went on a quest for love, truth, pain, joy, peace and sometimes war. We pledged allegiance to the funk. We got drunk and high on the power that we possessed. Quite often she compelled me to stand up and let my voice be heard. I was seldom afraid because we had been together for such a long time. Day after day, year after year we worked together and we played together. We brought forth babies that were our own. We called them songs. We watched them grow up and leave the house. We helped them to upload so they could someday be downloaded. We married them to poems. We are so very proud of each one of them. Hundreds of thousands of people have been touched by them. In our eyes they are so very perfect. Just like her!
We are still together and we will never part. When I die our love will live on for others to experience the joy that we have shared to together. We are one. My first love and I are inseparable. I am a slave to her and she knows it. She is my life, my love, my hope and my joy. She is an orchestra of faith and a turntable of crunk. A jammer of Pop and basket of funk. A heartfelt ballad and some hard driving Rock. A timely bit of Reggae and a tick tock you don’t stop bit of Hip-Hop. A well composed but improvised Jazz piece or a technically proficient beat driven Electronic Dance song. She is the Soul of Gospel and the emotionality of R&B. She is all this and so much more. My first love has lasted all these years and our future continues to be rosy. She is one of my greatest gifts. She is probably the only thing that I do well enough to receive awards and accolades. Everything else that I do is virtually common. She is my music and I love her.
I'm just say'n…………..
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Stoneman
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6/27/2012 10:44:45 AM
Thanks Tom,
This was probably a bad place to post this but once it was done it was too late to delete it. My apologies to IAC. But it has gained rave reviews on Facebook. Go Figure! A lot of people there enjoy reading my stuff. I'll try to refrain from posting stuff like this here in the future. Thanks for reading it and your kind words about it.
Respect,
Stoneman
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