I Know Where I Lost My Innocence

As I sat down to scribble this poem, I realized that I needed to have a good knowledge of musical terms before I could get through the poem. Thanks to my sister's music notebook, I scaled through (pun intended) every note.

Poem 4: I KNOW WHERE I LOST MY INNOCENCE

You see,

I’m about as innocent as a kid.

My mind half full,

and I see silver linings

in all I think or do.

I knew everything would be okay...

until that day.

A bible in my hand

A hymnal too

Holiday just came to town

Finally, a break from school.

Pages flipped

I pulled over the songs of Solomon

And alighted by chapter one.

I was drawn to the forte

of the king's crescendo

Rising from one explicit piano

to the base of his lady's pianissimo.

From one chapter to another

My innocence lost an hectare

He sang

She sang

down down down a diminuendo

until she found her lover...

I could feel the tempo

of my heartbeat

Merging with every word

Connecting every dot.

I know where I lost my innocence:

in the song of Solomon's wantonness.

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