If
I call you darling ...
...
will you swear
on
a stack of your best,
not
the new discs,
but
your pile of vinyl,
to
always look at me
with
the back doors of your eyes
open
wide enough to hear
your
melancholy blues,
let
all subsequent music
press
its magic,
touch
my grooves,
coax
them to sing,
deliberate
and clear,
with
its stylus.
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| Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther |
