Tuned in
Cut through the static
All these words and what does
Your heart tell you, after all,
I know how the hairs rise on
My flesh when I think
About you,
Consistent and easy
To be around
I know the animal
Within me,
My silences
In person, hold
Great value,
Balm for the wounded,
Musk rubbed into
Your skin,
Turned like good earth,
Make you ache in
All the best ways,
I’m a station
Broadcasting
Viewed best from
A place of feeling
Over thinking
Turn the volume up
Better to feel
The
Roar.
MB Blissett 