The Heart Dipped in Gold

You are the heart
That beats like a drum
The cache below the ribcage
That lies in my chest

You are the fingerprints
On the pad of my thumb
The mark I can’t get rid of
That I can never part from

You are the seasons
Like winter, making me numb
I know you’ll always be here
Unpredictable enough

But you are the gold
On the bottom of the river
Precious in my heart
But unreachable from the start