Car radio

Fleeting phrases hold constant truths
and though, the cynics they may scoff,
words bore into our skin like roots
no matter how we try to shake them off.

So, to you, there is nothing more to say.
But, to the car radio, I confess.
Emotions you never make give way,
there, my mouth eager to express.

Pouring pent-up passion and dread
into resonating sound
into confined air, my words spread
and liberate feelings once bound.

With lips poised to push sentiment
never evoked by daily antics,
I realize longings are not meant
to be restricted to lyrics.

Yet, easier to lend heart to vibrating voice
than to one so unprovoking,
and declare you to be my choice.
Seems love is only possible while singing.

8/3/10

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