can’t stop, even for one second

~for karen


this heart,
skipping rocks
with ease downstream,
constructing beats knowing 
so little of the silly hopscotch of 
the world, just the constant 
push on its insides. no 
wonder it spends 
hour upon 
hour pressing back. 
with small miraculous feats- 
one thought, one pump at a 
time- all lines, blue, red, wish filled, 
and fine- tell so many simple 
stories on the skin 
in sighs. 
with a sure flow 
so thick there’s really
little doubt for whom these 
bellows toll. from where you perch, 
how does it sound though? what 
keys have you found? and
what traps have 
you wrapped 
around my soul? 
at first I thought you 
were a thief.  oh this heart, 
my gold, my light I thought you 
stole it, instead you moved 
in and built a life- 
not soft or hard, 
but just right.