On the Radio

06.21.19

Radio Hula

my partner of the spinning dial
it’s a weakness I can’t deny
this shell without, within echoes hollow

your revving engine, whoa, your soul
bathes you exuding ritual flame
musical muse of movement

your passion for it, so disciplined
a body of bewilderment to me
this intricate elegance and fire

your belief we all carry inside us
the dance I can’t seem to dance with you
my static skeleton stripped of rhythm’s flesh

my regrets fall, glitter coins at your feet
golden sway and hum to a higher frequency
the precision sweep of your electromagnetism