Body Is A Jungle

When I first heard it,
It was a sound that caught me
Off guard.
I had no idea that it would
Lead me to you,
Nor that it would become a memory
My heart would hold dear.
I have no idea how old
The night really is.
I wasn’t afraid to stumble or trip.
The body itself can be a jungle.
Its bones strong, it’s tendons
Frail but tangle quickly if you’re caught.
No different than putting one foot
In front of the other.
Before I heard it,
The handpan inside your chest.
Nothing but silence existed.

When I heard that sound,
I followed it like a man
That follows the first sign of light
In the dark,
Or a man lost,
Looking for a piece
Of something familiar.
A permission that doesn’t require
A second thought except go.
The closer I got, the more dings
And chimes I heard echo from bone,
The shape of a shadow
Where skin meets goosebumps
And anticipation sweats and swells.
A trip deeper into you
Passing all the bruises
And the places that have already
Begun to heal.
It was you playing to the beat of your heart.

And I,
A soul split open
By the sound of your dented heart
Carried through your body,
Pushed out, and
Pressing against me like a sigh of relief.