There is a heat
coming off
anything we meet
our-sized and
mildly round.
Who has not found
herself warmed
by certain stones,
for example, or
made occasional
“mistakes” about things
that didn’t turn out
to be people?
Perhaps we
share a shape
that loves itself,
a heat anterior
to life, further back
than hearts.
I postulate
a very early date
for when the warming
starts.