Cosmic background radiation
hisses from the phonograph
as you dance
in a long satin dress, black,
holding scotch neat,
inviting me with your hips
to feel the irresistible pull
of dark matter
collapsing into a kiss.
A diamond needle spirals
inward to the groove.
The only sound is a hiss.
~William Hammett
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