their own drum beat

she had happy feet.
the jimmy leg.
he had
a nervous tic.
a slight stutter,
she pulled at her hair.
together they were a small
band
of eccentricities.
he always had a stick
of doublemint for her.
she'd snap it and make
a sound,
blow a bubble,
crack a bone,
a misfired wink,
or slur
or knee that would give
out. his shoe was
untied,
her skirt misaligned.
they were a pair.
bound
together by fate,
by
gum, by love and being
kind.