Night Moves

I lay and replay your night moves
A deep groove in the record of my nights
The post-fight moves light as a feather
Your finger draping down my spine
Writing in the book of me
Without looking a record...
A record which is skipping in my mind
The needle stuck in a worn groove
Skipping the lyric
Ruining the rhyme
Still I will not pick up the needle
I lay hushed in the gentle gibberish
Thankful for a record of the nonsense
Of my body with your body
Outside of love
Outside of time