Monday, May 6, 2013

Used Records by Ayla Rogers


Used Records by Ayla Rogers

The pattern recurs, and recurs again.
How she came to his room without calling.
She turns him on and turns him on again.

How he meant every drop of ink he bore.
He turns to her and turns to her again.

And how she burrowed holes into his heart.
She turns to him and turns to him again.

Like a bilby, rabbit-eared bandicoot.
He turns her on and turns her on again.

Taken up by owls that go, “who, who”
Remembers how well they fit together?
She burns for him and burns for him again.

How they heard every word the other spoke.
He turns on her and turns on her again.

How she loved even his complaints, and how
It took no work to laugh at every joke.
She burns for him and learns for him again.

How they’d complete each other’s sentences
Of aging and death with mirthful laughter.
He returns to her, again and again.

She told him she loved him and he didn’t
Argue, no he really didn’t mind it
Much, with her because they always made up
The best dystopian stories, and love
Songs that never needed explanation.
Songs he gave up list’ning, gave up playing

And though she’s still always singing for him,
She turns from him and turns on him again.

Doused in this promiscuous melody,
He learns from her, and yearns for her again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                   


by James Laughlin
How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a love cave around her face. Return and return again.
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.

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