By: Allison Theresa

it was quiet static hummingis what I heard before I met you on that sexy summer nightnow it is loudvinyl scratching up my backon replaycounting how many bottlesof fine wine we went throughbefore inhibition went out the doorwith the prudeswhen the clock struck midnightjukeboxslipping and slidingalmost like our first kisses and moreinside that bathroom with the writings on the wallrainclattering and drippingon replaylike the walk homewith crooked heels and hard onson replayall night in the dimly lit roomwith foggy windows andair tasting like skinon replaywe played on each otherthroughout the loud nighthuman vinylon replay