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
-d.m.s.