Cross eyed starry eyed pie eyed lovers
doing what they can to get under the covers
wordsmiths spout out dizzying rhymes
timing their lines with enticing entwining romantic hand holds
the choker holds bracelet charms and necklace care
ring through the nose and fingering heartstrings
in synch with words put forth prior
orchestral choir sings along
the gospel according to whom
our spider tongued dreamers
schemers all in tune with themselves
to their own drum
not for some this beat
but for me, a timpani.