Absolutely one of my favorite poems. Enjoy[.]
CLOCKWATCHING
she holds
gold plate
chain links
attached
to the left ventricle
of my heart
which she keeps
tucked close
in her vest pocket
and pulls out
at regular intervals
to read the time
between us
and calls me
somewhere around
noon
and again
near sunset
though my
digital disposition
wishes her analog
timekeeper
would stop ticking
and hold a moment
frozen
still in time
like a picture
frame
where i can
watch the proof
of what
we might have
developed into
but perhaps
if the blood
in my pulse
did not beat
for her
it would beat
for no one
again forever
and what use
is a pocket watch
which no longer knows
the time?
-Michael J. Strode
Jes, The Nomadic 