Vinyl Pinup

You unwrap me

From aged yellowed cellophane.

I’m your breathtaking

Find of a treasure

Of liner notes

And works of classic art.

 

With your appreciative blues

You quickly strip me free

From the layered protection

That is choking me

To find me

Unsullied and pristine

From others smudging prints.

 

I’m all yours

Just for you

An undiscovered talent

Well hidden

In an unexpected place

Waiting for your

Claim of me.

 

I was laid

On a dusty shelf

Discard there

Long ago

Forgotten

By someone else

Who deemed me digital useless

 

But in truth,

It was they

Who were careless, not I.

For I always sat here

Preserved

Just for you

Awaiting your capture and use

 

Your careful handling

Of my outdated grooves

That are now obsolete with time

And out of fashion

Make me sing

My story for you

 

Only to your ears

Do my warm analogs

Of my recorded songs

Play true

And in full fidelity display

 

Our continued

Mating song

Increases the speed

Of our timeless

Ritual dance together

 

With hips jarring jolts

On my turntable cabinets

That cause the impressive

Needle to skip

To my rare B side backwards

To blow your mind

With expansion

 

Your delight is evident

As you continue

To spin me on

78 revolutions per minute

Playing out our sacred tune

And learning my every wobble

 

No one ever

Handle me with this

Gentle possessive care

And

I adore you

For possessing me.

 

Love always,

Your Classic Vinyl Pinup

 

~m