the beatles on vinyl,
the bright sun shining through our silk curtains,
***** clothes scattered about the room,
our skin sewn together in messy stitches,
your cologne adding a favorable twist to the scent of stuffy-room air,
the buzz of your hum flowing lightly with john's vocals.
she snaps her fingers in front of my face.
blink!
back to reality.
we've all had those moments...