Treble and Bass

Music such as yours belongs in the streets,

But my heart does pound to those thumping beats.

I knew you were big trouble from hello,

For you spin vinyl, and I play cello.

Your music sounds of the thumbing of rocks.

So utterly putrid it should be on docks,

But the pounding pounding rhythms to so entice.

I had to play each of your records thrice.

I notice your incredible beauty,

But then, I taste your warm breath, so fruity.

I think, when I hold your electric hair,

That losing you would cause me great despair.

Author note:

This is my first time putting anything I have written into the public eye. So any punctuation or spelling errors that you see needed, let me know so I can correct it! This is a call and receive poem. Although some aspects have changed in the layout, it is still the same concept. Twelve lines, ten syllables each, and an AA-BB rhyme scheme.