a wee bit o' poetry

My Heart Stops


you
are
my heart

the rhythm
of your life
beats in accordance
with the
winds of change

my heart
stops
and
starts
with you

your eyes
pierce
probe
look upon the world
with wonder
and hope
and hold me in captivity
even as you
keep me
afloat
in ambiguity

my heart
starts
and
stops
with you

your voice
charges the air
with
possibility
and promise
but you
make none to me
and i accept this
as fact
not written in stone
nor engraved
in any fashion
yet i know
anyway

my heart
stops
and
starts
with you

you are loved
always
adored
from afar
and intimately
collectively
and singularly
by me?
unconditionally
until...

i am not selfish
nor petty
but
sharing you
is something
never asked
yet
always given

my heart
is slowly
being worn away
like a stone
thrown into
an ocean current
beaten
against the waves
the sand
the shore
worn away
to something
shiny
and polished
beautiful but
tiny and
miniscule

my heart
starts
and
stops
with you