Love

Aaron Fagan

 
 

Say it’s a form of heat that doesn’t rise
But passes from one body to the next.
Say it flows through you and then out
And back in again like some ghostly thread
Weaving a basic pattern inside of you
That will slowly begin to take the shape
Of what you’ll think you can describe.

 

From The Yale Review, July 2002, issue 90.3.

Image: Jan l’Admiral (attributed to), Anatomische studie van een menselijk hart, ca. 1700-1750. From the Rijksmuseum.