I was telling my brother
about stumbling upon heart shapes wherever I go
(the shape of your face in my hands),
and that my son once pointed out
how frequently this happens
(the shape of your hand on the small of my back),
since I had quite a collection
(the shape of your name on my tongue)
of found heart-shaped things.
Really, my brother said.
(the shape of the space around your form)
You know, it’s all in the patterns
(the shape of things to come)
that you recognize.
And I stopped to pick up a golden,
heart-shaped piece of agate, laughing.
(the shape of love)