— Millicent Kellogg
The heart can fail sundry ways.
Often, after six billion beats in
Each year of life, it refuses to hug
Itself even one more time.
Or it can perish by breaking
When labelled unloved, and there are
No more offers to shudder and swoop
In sweet, lusty allegiance.
And if left behind without the matching
Beat of another heart, it may gradually
Forget its rhythm and beg for reunion
In silence and stillness.
This soft propeller of
Mind and body
Life and thought
Love and hate
Flesh and fantasy