The Din Of A Platonic Pin Poem by John Sensele

In towers of songs, I sing
Sad songs, happy songs
That in your heart move everything

Sensitive drawing us ever closer like pristine prongs
That magnetize like melodious magnets
In magnetic fields where we right all wondrous wrongs

Given that our hearts are ensnared in love nets
In which we osculate
As though we were platonic pets

In love circles where our hearts gesticulate
Imbued with the potion of dopamine
Cupid arrows in our hearts inoculate

Regardless of how much strictures on our faces pin
Reminding us petting and necking in Christian circles is a sin.