Eventually, the nerve impulse is carried
to the apex of the heart
causing ventricles to contract,
and blood to rush
to and from this muscle the size
of your fist, an engine of flesh,
the marksman’s target for a bullet.
You said, listen to your heart
placed a stethoscope
to my jumping skin, paused.
Cleopatra compared
it to the stroke of death,
this harbouring in the heart
of an uncertain beat.
Suggested citation: Fugard, A. (2025, September 25). Love, by Ruby Robinson [blog post]. https://andifugard.info/love-by-ruby-robinson/
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