Records

Records

Won't you spin 
me around like one
of your old records, 
so that we can twirl
together for a minute

or maybe forever, with
all our bright colors 

blurring into one and 
your face buried deep

into my sweater. Hand

in hand, let's dance like 

we aren't tethered--though

there's a big world out

there waiting, let's dance

like it doesn't matter.