My heart is a jungle.
Filled with a lush ecosystem, humid and hungry
creatures still undiscovered by that beast at the top of the food chain
I am welcoming of all, but not all can survive here
my heart is a home, waiting for you
but yet, my heart has no home to call it’s own
My heart is a simple stick built tree house at the highest point of the forest
overlooking the vast land, deep roaring rivers, and green mountains
there is no ladder to get up, you’ve got to climb, bare legged and bare footed
hugging that tree for life
once you’ve reached to the entrance, it’s night
and I’ve got a platter of all the jungles delicious delights
a universe of stars to dive into and a panther who’s protecting me, from you.
Naked we lay under god’s thousands of dark glittering eyes,
the panther paces, agitated, aspirated and anticipating
your next move
I’ve invited you into my home
When do I get to see yours?
