ode to a record

the needle comes down

and a crackle comes to life

shellac disc

inscribed with spiral grooves

becomes words

and a melody

his fluid voice fills the room

like a sweet kiss to my longing ears

i sway to the sound

and spin as it does the same

in circles we go

a child at play

a dog chasing its tail

a drunk man dazed and confused

and as i slid my hand

across the sleek lacquer

i feel sugary sweet skin

lace its fingers around mine

and hold me tight

reassuring me

promising me

loving me



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