Saxophone Melodies

I can play with a cordless phone attached to my heart.

Sound waves travel swiftly through the air to send you

messages and

Tell stories of melted brown sugar and butter.

I ask, “What’s cookin’, baby?”

Creating scores of untold secrets while waiting to discover

you,

I uncover your dreams, my sleeping Goddess.

I fill your head like sand in an hourglass.

Time shifts with each melody I play for you

While hoping to hold on to the memory.

I blow.

You hear me.

We flow.

If only you’ll pick up and receive me

As I play the score to your heart.

Please, open the door.

Copyright © 2005 by Yolonda D. Coleman.

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