Now I can remember how we met this way...
The city was raining and the bus churned on
and the engine always felt unstoppable,
forever rumbling and going nowhere
but she sat by me and I don't know
if it was the just the first empty seat
or if something had drawn her to me.
Have you ever felt someone without touching
before even seeing them for the first time?
Something left over from more ancient times
when the dark and unseen was lethal
and us frail beings had to be on guard,
we use that instinct for more gentle things now.
Almost like the air softly hums around you,
faintly thrumming like you accidentally and suddenly
grazed an unfathomable heartbeat connecting us all.
There was no formal introduction for these strangers,
and I love how brave and unguarded that seemed,
she passed me an earbud and smiled and the world
finally bloomed with some light even though I know
it was the angle of light I swear it was like seeing
the night sky touch the ocean for a moment.
The music had no words and was hard to describe,
instruments spoke of yearning from other lives,
ballrooms and orchestras lost to time
and decades I knew absolutely nothing about
and only knew through touched photographs
and the ache to live for something more.
Is that what she was trying to tell me that day?
Is that what she was always trying to tell me?
Now I can remember how we met this way...
And there are things I won't talk about...
The way we formed like perfect spoons meeting,
naked bodies cupped in the dark and for a while
completely indistinguishable from one another
because I cared not where you ended or I began,
I was in that beautiful place where flesh meets soul
and blood cries out to other blood in pitches
not so unlike music because there were no words
ever needed to understand such a needful song.