Octadiddle-Tron

You can make my heart skip some beats
And that’s hard when I’m a drummer
Keeping time in mind I repeat
Losing focus is a bummer

When you glance I lose the rhythm
Not that I had much from the start
But it does something odd to me
Me thinks it syncs in with your heart

I know you may not believe me
But the things you say pull me in
Even with your slight peek or glint
I lose the pulse and so I grin

I think of it as a cadence
That measures the feeling I feel
It goes off track in your presence
Because of your lovely appeal

I can sense the fluctuations
Especially when you are near
A pattern of expectations
The pulsing dance kicks to high gear

And I mutter and I stutter
Then my heart flutters and quivers
The commotion when you’re close by
A high like nothing else delivers

Then there’s that stare just between us
The connection raises the heat
I melt away into that groove
The way you move into that beat

I think I know what you’re thinking
A slight inkling on what you’ll do
But then the tempo picks back up
I’m simply smitten by you