Pocket watch

Please repair me
For I am broken
The inward boy speaks
A mechanical heart
The clockwork cogs
That stop and start
When you shake me
Such austerity
Lines the face
Such haunted eyes
Invite your embrace
Such attractive ties
The pulse shall race
Away
he must be tamed
A woman’s touch
the enflamed
Flesh you feel
heated hands
warm the steel
Of the bowing boy
Shy eyes down
contact occasional
eiderdown
a bosom you offer
He waited years
childhood cogs
adolescent seized
fragility teased
They gathered round
a pocket watch
They never left him alone

Pete
Your poem is excellent. I can hear the inward boy,he speaks to me loud and clear. Good Work
Val x.

Hi Val

thanks

What do you think about changing 'steel' to brass? not sure or should I leave alone, am I meddling?

No Pete leave it in. Steel goes well with feel.
Val X

Hi Peter,
I really like this poem and agree with Val that steel works better, also it is more unusual to think of steel with a pocket watch than brass.

I like the way you have given life and feelings to a watch, and write as a story