Because a sonnet would be rude

There were cufflinks again, but the cycle is broken
It's been quite a few days since the last time we'd spoken
For if I must shoulder the onus inventive
To entice and allure and provide an incentive
Mayhaps I'd rather be writing in ballad meter

As EMF wavicles fly through the air
Bouncing off objects with nary a care
Getting fractured in the echo and sway
But it's so hard to dance that way
(when it's cold and there's no music)

Turn the midnight radio up for that sweet sound
For they might play Bowie, I to thee propound
It's not really work
It's just the power to charm
I'm still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try
I try

And straight from the 80's rings out the refrain
With magic and sadness and heartbreak and pain

And we danced.