If I Were

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 silent 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.

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