Revised sonnet #148
His friendly fingers fumbled fingers mine
I fought off fear irrational alarm
I laid on wisely witty worldly calm
A testy tingle rose up my tense spine
A part of me Id vouch a clinging vine
The bulk of me Id brand a blocking balm
In cause and consequence of every qualm
I was a slave to clocks thats Saturnine
The looking glass him had here looking back
It flattered much his finely featured face
Expression free I wondered would it crack
And self I noted nudging neat embrace
The make up flushing cheeks harsh colour lack
Hes such a gentleman a gemini
Ive dropped our doppelgangers let it by
Chorus - gemini gemelli geminis
