Octavio Aurelio
a young man, from Geneseo
whose sining was ostentatious
onward home,
he passes the colegio
He whistled,
He beat boxed , mouthing T’s and S’
carrying on like a wayward son
his attention averted
ascertain by the most unique
sound he ever heard
Naysayers how peculiar!
He heard the sway
not of the trees,
nor the wind,
but of a organza dress—
As an outgoing woman,
ran a stick along
powdered -coat bars of a fence, clink, clack, clink!
One hand,
in her dress pocket,
her thighs drumming together-
She had no worries, or cares
Just feeling good, about herself!
Her mouth full of chewing pop!
His heart dropped clunk-
Clump went his feet unable to move!
For the right words, escape him,
not able to flow,
every single gesture too formal...
Octavio Aurelio
a young man, from Geneseo
whose sining was ostentatious
onward home,
he passes the colegio
turns away,
the sound of his feet shuffle,
like the playlist on his phone
His tune had changed-
Suddenly,
he felt a tap on his shoulder, like
breaking down syllables...
looking back to see,
the joyous woman before him.
Hello,
I heard your beautiful rhythm
like the rim of a snare
or the beat of a mallet.
She gestures the entirety of a bass drum.
He looks himself over,
his insecurities amplify
as if she had motioned to all of him,
his body ideal
My name is Melody Sharp
Hello, I am Octavio Aurelio
Like a quarter note,
she says in candor...
The time
the two would spend together
measures up to 4/4
plucking,
timeless bass chords
Like smoke on the water.
Love of music was their signature
Even on flat days,
they don’t remain resentful,
rather cordial and chordal.
Enjoying one another’s humor
dark, and sweet
like a chocolate covered cherries!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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