Tick tock
Midst your exhaling pleasure
Wanting more ticks,
and a few more tocks

Nothing on
but the watch
White,
midst the swallowing dark
Just as it was chosen

Thanks you said,
that birthday
I will always wear it,
promised your hopping innocence

Always

I wait,
as the ticks echo
Nearing crescendo,
for destiny meant so
A shivering delight,
I too win

In not letting go