Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The heart means love...I love you, madly, wildly--a deep crimson shape--triangle-ended with two half-moon tops. A prettier shape than our actual heart which is more blue than red, more meat...a muscle throbbing so hard we feel it through our bones, our skin. It is not a weak thing--this heart. Not a flimsy piece of paper ringed with lace. It empties, fills. Empties again. Always in flux, always in motion. The heart beats even before we breathe--even as we sit, ready to be born from our mother's hipbones--it is there, galloping like the sea. Blinking on an ultrasound screen--the chambers of the heart. His heart...the sections divided by our mingling blood. By our many different ways to love.
Happy anniversary, M.


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