Love by Claire Harper '11

She lay awake in her boyfriend’s arms some nights, watching the blue of a movie flicker over blanket and walls. She felt the weight of his arms on her ribcage and tried to feel the size of her heart. This pressing feeling against her esophagus, was this love? She imagined that lumpy cardiac muscle expanding, ever expanding to hold this big thing called love, its thin pathways lengthening, its unexplored niches becoming cavernous. She pressed herself closer to his warm body, wanting to retreat into his comforting skin. To make her overwhelming but still abstract feeling for him something solid, to live among his precious organs and hold in her hands the beautiful cells that made him.