Music, Lovers

Carry me higher,
we’re records on the wall.
Silver needle spins,
circling the same tunes, vinyl scratch.

Wrap me up in your arms,
soft as your shadow–
take me through
the wiring in your brain.

Yes, yes we’re moving
onwards, we’re looking for direction.
This could be the start,
exchanging skins of our passion.

Voltage flows
through copper lines, flicker
on, off like streetlamps,
flooded by your sun.

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