Shape of the heart’s electromagnetic field

A humming enclosure.
Burning ions, an undisclosable

furnace. What attracts
and repels in unknowable

tides, the invisible hand
gripping and pushing away.

Like lips, or not unlike them,
tremulant with too much

gravity. Saturn’s rings
in flux around the pulse

of the planet’s core, its resonant
storms on the surface.

A doorframe. A link of chain.
The distances we hold together.