Time Piece

Time Piece
You sing to me songs beyond words
Are you a siren or a siren’s song?
And you hum the most precious hymn under your staggered breath
And your pulses ripple upon that single point, alerting my skin to such pleasure,
Syncopating pulses that make my own.
And I hear your call.
And if I dare glimpse, do you become the gorgon that stupefies me.
And I avert gaze, am I beckoned to that stupor again.
It takes time to take it all in,
The meaning behind your mellow madness.
Is it your complex mechanics? Your hands as they come over your façade and each other?
Alas, what I tell is that upon me you stick
And cause me to enact curiosity, like the stalk.
Though you kindly irritate me, little tick,
Complacent I am, the more I discover how it is you tock.
Hidden up unsuspecting sleeve, like a swindler’s foolery, you fluctuate,
Away from stranger’s attraction and attention you are for they may
Take you away by
Giving you purpose none close to my sentiment.
Your style: lustrous yet sturdy, humble yet striking
Complementing personality that makes my own.
Oh, you know me so- you upon me did they bestow.
On birth I received you- reminder of myself-
And perhaps a reminder of that day in the
Future.