The Singing Dress

You romance my senses
Though the notes are unclear 
They penetrate my defenses 
Beauty has never been so sincere. 
Appearances seem licentious
Metonyms make the self disappear 
One word, to me, is loquacious 
Forcing me to be cavalier. 
This word never sees me as pretentious 
It sees us as peers 
I can only know you through human languages 
You muffle my lips and call me a seer. 
You read my senses as presents 
It is a seance 
You know of a my deviance.