If Her Heart

If her heart
had moral order
like a map –

if the architecture
of its temple
could be seen

in some clear
vista on a hill –
if the ambience

of its proclivities,
adherences,
magnetic pulls,

antipathies
and deepest
yearnings could

be heard as
fugal harmonies –
if its symmetry

and music were
a body, warm,
and sweating

scent – perhaps,
for once,
she thought,

she wouldn’t worry
what it did
or where it went.


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