you don't know me well enough to know that i have this thing about skeletons. and embodiment. the heart, with its ventricles, and atria, and valves. the human body as a metaphorical landscape.
but you do know me well enough to know that i am intoxicated by your loveliness. it's not something i am good at hiding. as if i even have the option of hiding it. with you i am all yes. yes yes yes.
i guess what i am trying to say is that i am glad they did not take a bone saw to your sternum.
i know the metaphors of my heart. jewels in the cardiac muscle. the beating of wings in my chest. birds waiting to fly towards the light.
i know nothing of what circles around your heart.
what would the doctors have found? by all accounts you have a lovely heart. copper light, perhaps. or fat green caterpillars. but i don't really know. i don't really know you.
and lately God has done nothing but press reset buttons - for me, for you, for everyone. definitely for "us." the possibility of "we" has been set aside, maybe for ever.
i guess what i am trying to say is that even though i may never learn the metaphors of your heart, i am glad they did not take a bone saw to your sternum.