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Crosley and Me

By: Allison Theresa

 

it was quiet

static humming

is what I heard

before I met you

on that sexy summer night

now it is loud

vinyl scratching up my back

on replay

counting how many bottles

of fine wine we went through

before inhibition went out the door

with the prudes

when the clock struck midnight

jukebox

slipping and sliding

almost like our first kisses and more

inside that bathroom with the writings on the wall

rain

clattering and dripping

on replay

like the walk home

with crooked heels and hard ons

on replay

all night in the dimly lit room

with foggy windows and

air tasting like skin

on replay

we played on each other

throughout the loud night

human vinyl

on replay

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2 Comments

2 Comments

  1. ken whitley

    02/15/2016 at 2:21 AM

    I love this beautiful poem …..

    • Allison Theresa

      03/15/2016 at 5:25 PM

      Thank you Ken Whitley!

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