Your watch sits upon the table,
You sleep soundly as I twist and turn it within my hands,
Beautifully cold and hard,
Tick, tick, tick, tock

The workings within, a mystery,
Dissecting the mechanisms,
Pulling apart the cogs and miniscule screws,
Oil greased fingers clumsy as I study each part,
With a microscope and a squint,

Seeking an affirmation from the metal shell within,
Making small encouraging noises purely for effect,
My simple mind,
Your complexities.