If I were the watch on your wrist,
Or the copper-blond color of your hair,
“Unstrap me not” I would insist,
And “Don’t cut me off, don’t you dare!”
Then I’d feel all your pulses dance by,
Watch you every my minute, hour,
Tickle both your ears when breezes fly
And cover up your throat from April shower.
If I were the space between your lips
When you suddenly smile,
When you closed them I’d be gone—-
For a happy slim while.