Timekeeper

By ten o'clock, I said
to watch the time;
I heard the muffled sigh of evening
rub the grass fields that had been
licked by the sprinklers.
I heard your eye
insisting that it was only eight.
Tickled by my voice, it laughed at the sound
and fanned itself with two billowy folds of silk.
A white ribbon landed in my hand
after it rolled off your cheek
when you turned your face from the window.
I tied it back onto your neck
and wrapped the same cord onto my arm.
It felt like eight o'clock.