that heart

I’m sorry
I sent you that heart.
not because I didn’t mean it,
but because I do.
I’m so used
to sending them to my girlfriends
and saying I love you
every five minutes
that my fingers just
ran away with me.
these symbols are
so much less freighted
when the love in question
is that of Phileos and Agape.
enter the spectre of Eros
and the whole thing falls apart;
the center cannot hold.

so it’s okay. I understand.
if you’re not ready
to accept my heart,
electronic or otherwise,
feel free
to change the subject.