"Lost In Time Wondering Why"

The Bewitching Hour.

I’m a clock on the wall
counting time upside down
dancing with myself, jumping around
in rhyme, tick tock, tick tock, don’t stop
bound to a virgin maiden holding a candle close.
Her wick shining a shadow, spying me in the mirror
who am I? Knocking on the door with a handle in my hand
twisted, taunting the bewitching hour, searching for myself on the wall.
Am I short or tall, round like a ball in the sky the sun shining sideways,
flat to slip under the door seeing stars, her bright blue eyes
there to lie with me, soothing a kiss upon her breast.
Lying wondering why, the cups too torn to wear
turned inside out, our haste for lovemaking.
The tick, tock clock, tickling our toes
timing me to brush her hair
so fair a hue,
blond with the ribbon woven
tightly into our marriage, just in time.
The sun shining our wedding vows in the sky
jumping dancing sideways, upside down free at last, the demon
disappearing into seconds, burning away in the sky, a comet lost in time.