move a beat binding  

pulse together,

two halves holding

the tailed ricochets

making rhythm this

romantic headache,

a

hammering allure,

and

ambidextrous adoring,

we could equally,

elope a pre-set,

picking the pace-

a metronome dragging,

the default off-beat,

out,

in,

every,

sense,

I steal the second-

with her heart beating-

with my heart beating-

time this juxtaposition,

giving us a hand to hold.