Poetry on Friday – ‘Stylus’

Stylus

You fell upon me,
A diamond-tipped stylus
On vinyl

And set me spinning
Inexorably.

You danced and then grooved,
Turning tables and heads.
My heart

Palpitating in
Anticipation.

In those opening bars,
I was sold on you
Only you

And by breakfast you’d gone
Platinum.

But now my jacket is torn
And well worn tracks
Scratched.

So we nuzzle close, and dust
Each other off

Before settling down to
Play our greatest hits again
As if it was

Only yesterday that they were
Freshly laid and pressed.

June 2014

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