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.