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This Man's Watch I wear it Because I love him. I slipped it off His wrist, in between Margaritas, Marlboros, Muddled innuendo. The band, it is silver Like an accordion. I sit on the sofa at Millie's party Where everyone is drunk, Listening to Maria McKee. But I am watching the seconds turn Like the hope dripping From his melancholic slightly-buzzed face. In a breath, he expresses That a bedroom is what we need Because we don't have much time. In the fumbling dark, The numbers glow, Illuminate the truth. I love to watch him tremble, Tick tocking, hip cocking To the rhythm of his sacred heart. Early dawn is reflected In the round, glass face of the morning after. I know I have to give it back. He gives me words and wishes, I return his time. My wrist burns naked And I think about him, At least until noon. "Hey, do you know what time it is?"
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